Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 198 - Nuobaos Birthday Guest List
Chapter 198: Chapter 198 Nuobao’s Birthday Guest List
Chapter 198: Chapter 198 Nuobao’s Birthday Guest List
As the car turned the corner, Lu Nuonuo’s little hand clung to the car window, watching Ji Muye standing far away at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
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“Stepdad looks so sad.”
Ji Muye thought she was about to pop her head out again, his eyes deep. He stretched out his hand and pointed inside the car, worried she might do something dangerous.
Little Dumpling obediently waved at him and made a flying kiss gesture, “Bye-bye, Uncle~”
The man’s lips curved up slightly.
Seeing Lu Xining and the others drive away, Ji Muye also got into his car to head to his office, leaving Su Ting alone in the disheveled wind. He had coaxed the formidable Ji Muye over, hoping this divorce-experienced guy would give him some advice, but what happened?
Not only did he not speak up for himself, but he even helped the Ming family’s little dumpling buy flowers and milk tea to cheer up Ming Yuan!
Su Ting felt suffocated just thinking about it.
Oh well, there’s still a month of cooling-off left.
Ming Yuan is just being childishly stubborn, maybe she’ll come seeking reconciliation in a few days. Plus, she’s so bothered by Qin Xueyuan because she loves him too much, right? Thinking of this, Su Ting’s mood brightened instantly.
Meanwhile, Lu Xining had just pulled her daughter’s little hand back when she shyly snuggled into her embrace.
Lu Nuonuo blinked her big eyes at Ming Yuan, who was drinking milk tea next to her, and cooed, “Godmother, you’re so pretty~”
Having avoided sweets and milk tea for years to maintain her figure, Ming Yuan found them unexpectedly delightful today, especially since it was a treat from her darling goddaughter.
“My dear uncle, super handsome.”
“Uncle Fu, good-looking.”
“Uncle Yu, rich.”
“…”
Little Dumpling seriously counted on her fingers, listing more than a dozen handsome and exemplary uncles for Ming Yuan.
Running out of fingers, she turned to Lu Xining for help and didn’t forget to express her intention to introduce all these uncles to Ming Yuan, because Ming Yuan was the most, most, most beautiful godmother.
Lu Xining watched her daughter, who had made Ming Yuan’s face light up with joy, almost grinning ear to ear, and affectionately pinched her daughter’s chubby cheek, feeling its squishy softness.
“Hey, Ningning, why are you pinching my precious goddaughter?”
“Nuonuo, come to godmother’s arms, let me hug you.”
When it came to comforting others, Lu Xining had never met anyone better than her own daughter, who from a young age had understood how to perceive the emotions of those around her with a gift that surpassed ordinary people, softening hearts involuntarily.
“Sweetie, did you pick these flowers?”
Lu Nuonuo nodded her little head several times, pointing at the flowers given to Ming Yuan, “Flowers pretty, godmother prettier.”
She nuzzled her cheek against Ming Yuan’s and playfully said, “Nuonuo really really likes godmother~”
Lu Xining rested her chin on her hand as she watched the interaction between the two, relieved that Ming Yuan was far stronger than she had feared in recent days.
Before long, Little Dumpling felt sleepy.
She stretched her hand out to Lu Xining, her eyelids drooping.
Lu Xining took her daughter from Ming Yuan’s arms and wrapped her in her favorite pink fox fur blanket from her mommy bag, gently patting her back and humming a lullaby.
She looked down, gazing at the well-taken-care-of Little Dumpling sleeping in the blanket, then turned to meet Ming Yuan’s somewhat distracted eyes and slowly spoke.
“Divorce isn’t something to fear, right?”
Ming Yuan blinked, understanding the meaning in her eyes.
Compared to Lu Xining’s childhood family bankruptcy, multimillion debts in adulthood, and a secret marriage of five years, she was the young lady of the Ming family, who had a change of heart right after registering her marriage. With her looks, money, and career,
not to mention a group of supportive best friends and a sweet, soft goddaughter, she was already doing much better than Lu Xining by far.
Lu Xining used her current situation as a reference for Ming Yuan, showing that divorce was never that terrifying of an affair.
“Right, it’s not scary. I will definitely become better!” Ming Yuan said, smiling as she grasped Lu Xining’s offered hand, her eyes growing brighter.
The day after the divorce agreement was signed.
Lu Xining had contacted Yina overseas for Ming Yuan. Having learned of Ming Yuan’s marital ordeal, Yina was upset and warmly welcomed her to come and develop her career abroad, even recommending her own agent to her.
With her contract with the original company about to expire, Lu Xining offered some advice: the domestic entertainment market was too insular, with the big screen constantly dominated by the same faces.
“A Yuan, instead of being restrained by the Su family at home, why not try your luck abroad? While you’re still young, it’s good to transform early.”
However, neither Lu Xining nor Ming Yuan had anticipated that Su Ting would take such drastic actions. Not only did he spend money to transfer Ming Yuan’s movie to Qin Xueyuan, but he also intercepted her soon-to-expire endorsement contract.
When he found out that Ming Yuan planned not to renew her contract and was preparing to go abroad, he panicked and went straight to the Ming Family, only to find that Ming Yuan had already boarded the plane to Country C.
Sitting next to her was Jing Zheng, who needed to visit his laboratory.
Lu Xining had an estate covering thousands of acres in Country C. As she was mostly in China, she asked Jing Zheng to accompany Ming Yuan there.
The place boasted world-class scenery and security. After all, the ZN Laboratory was a thorn in many people’s sides, and for those lurking in the shadows, destruction was deemed the safest bet.
With Jing Zheng gone,
Lu Xining spent more time with her daughter.
Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching.
Little Dumpling was born on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and her second birthday was coming up. Whether to celebrate it in China or abroad, Lu Xining needed to carefully consider.
Although her daughter was just over a year old, Lu Xining always communicated with her.
She asked with a smile: “Nuonuo, what gift would you like for your birthday?”
Hearing her mother’s question, Little Dumpling looked up from her game of dressing up dolls, tilting her head.
Birthday? Like the birthdays her brothers had?
She looked at her mother confusedly: “Is Nuonuo getting bigger?”
Sitting cross-legged beside her daughter, Lu Xining hugged her and nodded gently in response, “Yes, our Nuonuo is going to be two years old soon. Is there any gift you’d like? Mommy will give it to you.”
Lu Nuonuo replied without hesitation, “I want a brother!”
Her daughter’s dependency on her two sons was something Lu Xining had always been aware of, attributing it to the innate closeness in blood.
Born kinship.
“On Nuonuo’s birthday, of course, your brothers will come.”
Speaking of which, Lu Xining took the opportunity to ask Little Dumpling if she wanted to invite any friends; she had many playmates in the laboratory, too.
Lu Nuonuo, inheriting Ji Muye’s flawless memory, remembered everyone around her very clearly.
Aside from the undeniable Jing Zheng and Fu Junhang, and Yina’s family, she almost recited the names of all the elders in the laboratory and their children.
What surprised Lu Xining most was that she even planned to invite Shen Jibai, whom she had once beaten.
Lu Xining couldn’t help laughing and pinched her nose, saying playfully, “Little one, you really are… hospitable.”
Little Dumpling thought of the birthday party they attended for Old Sir Ji, where her mother needed a card to enter.
Since it was also her birthday, should she prepare something as well?
But Mommy has been so busy lately, who should she ask to help prepare?
Lu Nuonuo had a sudden inspiration: Ah! Got it!
