The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

Le Tian nodded. If not for the reporters outside, she would have gone to his house to ask Ding Junqi about it.

Nalan Chunbo silently included Le Tian in this strange equation.

A child who looked like Wen Shan.

A woman who loved money.

A person who said that he had broken up a long time ago.

A celebrity father of a mysterious child.

A period of time-travel.

It seemed that a few completely unrelated people could be connected at this moment.

Perhaps Gu Juexi would be interested in this matter now.

“What are you going to do now? The reporters are waiting outside.” Wen Shan frowned. The reporters would not leave soon. Wen Shan looked back at Nalan Chunbo.

Nalan Chunbo thought for a while and finally went to the balcony to make a call. After he finished the call, he walked back to them.

“These reporters will leave in a while. After that, you and Le Tian will go to my apartment. I will go to the surveillance room to delete the clip,” Nalan Chunbo said while resting his chin on Wen Shan’s head. “We’ll avoid the media first. As for the other issue, we will talk about it later.”

“But I don’t think these reporters will leave easily. After all, Ding Junqi’s son has always been big news.”

“If, ” Nalan Chunbo said simply.

Wen Shan suddenly looked up, eyes wide in disbelief. “Did you make use of If?”

The news of If being the dean of the School of Physics at R University had been trending recently. News of this mysterious person had always been the focus of the media. He was even more mysterious than Ding Junqi.

Nalan Chunbo raised his eyebrows slightly. “I just let the forum release the news that If is coming to China to work today. The plane will land at half-past nine this evening. This is probably the first time the media has specific whereabouts of If, so they would not give up such big news for Ding Junqi.”

Wen Shan stared at Nalan Chunbo, dazed. She pursed her lips. “It’s not nice to use If like this. Why don’t you tell If to hide for a while? The reporters from China are scary.”

Nalan Chunbo rested his arm against the sofa and leaned in close to Wen Shan. “Why are you so concerned about him?”

“Hey, hey, there’s still a living person here. Can’t you do that somewhere else?” Le Tian hugged a cushion and stared at the lovey-dovey people in utter disgust. Wen Shan smashed the cushion into her friend’s face.

“You could just ignore us.” Wen Shan glared at Le Tian. It was so rare for her Papa Nalan to look at her so tenderly.

Nalan Chunbo chuckled and stood up when he heard movement outside.

The place had become quiet in less than five minutes. Maybe they would all leave after a while.

Nalan Chunbo handed a key to Wen Shan and asked her to take Le Tian to his apartment first. He would take a taxi back home later.

Wen Shan nodded. She needed to leave with Wen Shan now, otherwise they would not be able to leave when the reporters came back again later.

The two got into the car. Le Tian chose to sit in the back and murmured while lying down. “You successfully got Nalan Chunbo. He certainly is a gentleman, but is he blind? Why would he fancy you?”

Wen Shan was speechless.

“What’s wrong with me? I’m a catch too. At least we share a common language,” Wen Shan said, looking unconvinced.

“Forcibly sharing a common language?” Le Tian chuckled.