You Ran glanced at her, his smile faint, a stark contrast to Shen Qian’s open excitement. It was no wonder Shen Qian was so thrilled; ever since little You Yu was born, their days had been filled with chaos, sometimes driving Shen Qian to the brink of madness, screaming louder than the baby, as if they were in a battle to the death.
It’s said that a daughter is a father’s lover from a past life. Their little You Yu must have been a frustrated little lover, crying whenever Shen Qian held her, but laughing incessantly when You Ran got close. Now, at three years old, she loved her dad to the point of monopolizing him, leaving Shen Qian in a state of pitiful solitude.
Today, with You Yu not at home, Shen Qian could do whatever she wanted. Imagining her plans with You Ran, she let out a rather inappropriate laugh.
You Ran slightly tilted his head, giving his overly expressive wife a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a slight smile.
Sure enough, once they got home, Shen Qian tossed her beloved pancake onto the table, snuggled into You Ran’s arms, her eyes teary, “Honey, let’s do it.”
You Ran calmly tidied up the snacks on the sofa and handed her some trash, “Go throw this away.”
“Oh.” Shen Qian happily disposed of the trash, but when she came back, she saw You Ran heading upstairs.
“Honey, where are you going?” Shen Qian asked, puzzled.
“To take a bath.”
Shen Qian’s eyes lit up at the mention of “bath”, and she hurried after him, intending to join, but You Ran stopped her, saying, “Dear, go wash next door, we need to be extra clean today.” He gave her a suggestive wink.
Under his spell, Shen Qian nodded foolishly and went to wash in another room.
Usually, Shen Qian took about fifteen minutes to shower, while You Ran took around ten. Today, Shen Qian rushed through her shower and, in a flash, was in their big bed, only wrapped in a towel, diving under the covers.
