Campus Ace Girl

Wang Jingyao turned his head to look at his wife: "This boy isn’t clingy at all. Said he would sleep alone, and he did."

Lin Hua took the chance to tease him: "It’s all in your head. You always think raising them your way makes them superior, makes them normal, right?"

She added, "Look, Wang Yue is doing just fine now."

Indeed, Little Wang Yue is sensible and lively, very cute; Wang Jingyao is very fond of his son.

There’s just one thing that bothers him, all the effort of four years felt wasted. When Lin Hua went to check on their son’s bedroom, Old Wang was lying there, hands behind his head, puzzled...

He even went to the hospital for a check-up. He was healthy, clearly capable of having kids, so why weren’t they happening? His intimate life with Lin Hua was pretty normal, even better than before with less pressure, very harmonious.

So why haven’t they had children yet?

Even that fool Chen Ming was holding two, while he had nothing.

And that brat Anxi said he was old, hmph, grandpa’s still young.

Old Wang stared at the ceiling, gritting his fine white teeth... Grandpa couldn’t believe he’s worse off than that blockhead Chen Ming.

When Lin Hua returned after comforting their son, she saw him grinding his teeth, looking like he was gnashing them. She picked up a bottle of skincare, sat on the sofa applying it, and casually asked him: "What’s wrong with you, looking like a wolf."

Wang Jingyao awkwardly laughed: "What wolf? You’re mistaken."

"I didn’t mistake anything." She placed the bottle aside, then leaned against the bed, softly saying: "What’s on your mind? I see you’ve been lost in thought recently."

At this moment, Wang Jingyao craved a cigarette and looked at his wife: "Mind if I have a smoke?"

Lin Hua didn’t respond, which was tacit approval, so Wang Jingyao immediately lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

Lin Hua then remembered something, leaned against the headboard, and softly asked: "Didn’t you have a physical check-up recently? How was it? I asked Jingchuan, and he said to ask you directly."

"Really want to know?" Wang Jingyao turned his head and smiled.

Lin Hua nodded.

Old Wang smiled again, reached into the drawer, and handed her a piece of paper.

Lin Hua took it without suspicion, glanced at it, and laughed in irritation: "I meant a physical check-up, not this."

Wang Jingyao justified himself: "This is also a check-up. How is it? Your husband’s health is great, metrics rivaling a 30-year-old. Be happy as Mrs. Wang."

Lin Hua felt she couldn’t deal with him, placed the paper aside, and then held his head affectionately, "You’re getting bolder and more shameless. Wang Yue must not learn from you as he grows up."

Wang Jingyao chuckled lowly and didn’t say anything else.

Lin Hua glared at him, ready to sleep, but as soon as he tried for some affection, she pushed his hand away: "Take care of your health."

Such an age, still getting impulsive like a young man, at any given moment... She seriously doubted whether Wang Yue had ever eavesdropped. Concerned about her son’s psychological well-being, Lin Hua couldn’t let it go and started flipping through parenting books, earnestly researching.

Throughout the night, she checked on their son twice, waking Wang Jingyao both times but feeling around without finding his wife. He guessed she must have gone to see their son again, smiled, and sat up to light a cigarette.

Upon her return, seeing him smoking again, Lin Hua reached out to snuff it out, "What’s with smoking in the middle of the night."

"Can’t sleep." He laid with his hands behind his head: "Checked on Wang Yue?"

She nodded, "He’s asleep."

She soon lay down and slept, leaving Wang Jingyao slightly depressed.

The next morning, heading to the office, he still felt somewhat down, and seeing Chen Ming only made him unhappier.

This guy Chen Ming, parading his one son and one daughter all the time. Huh, just having kids, who doesn’t?

But this tactless Chen Ming kept boasting: "I have two at home."

Old Wang gave him a kick, then went back to his office alone and complained to Wang Jingchuan: "You’d think Chen Ming and Song Jia have been married long enough not to act so naive. Why didn’t her wit rub off on him?"

Secretary Wang chuckled: "Who knows, maybe Miss Song became dumb from Chen Ming’s influence?"

Wang Jingyao looked at him and nodded: "You have a point there."

Then he asked, "By the way, didn’t that brat say they were coming today? Why aren’t they here yet?"

He sipped his tea, pondering his scheme to coax some tricks out of that little rascal’s mouth. Of all things, she’s clever with craftiness, and Old Wang perceived they were like peas in a pod despite her saying brother and sister-in-law were equally important. In his view, she still was closer to him.

Ha, all those years of pampering weren’t for nothing.

Just as he finished asking, Wang Jingchuan quickly responded: "You forgot, she called yesterday afternoon saying Chu Yan returned, so she went to pick them up, no one else would matter."

Wang Jingyao first froze, then frowned: "Chu Yan? That person from the Chu Family?"

"Isn’t it? Been gone four years." Wang Jingchuan smiled: "Also, the one from the Chu Family is still single, gone through countless matchmakings in four years but never settled. Madam Chu seems to accept he’ll stay a bachelor."

Old Wang laughed: "Just over thirty, there’s still time, how long can it last?"

At this point, Wang Jingchuan became somewhat melancholic: "Can’t say for sure. People might be okay with breaking up normally, but Chu Ci keeps letting down girls. I heard they even stayed together but still split up. How can one let go of long-growing bonds?"

Wang Jingyao lit a cigarette, and a while later curled his lips: "Maybe."

His thoughts had already drifted to his wife, yet Wang Jingchuan continued, "Miss Chu Yan is doing well in her career now. Though not creating her own entertainment company like Chu Ci, her smart software is impressive. I heard she’s developing domestically this time and won’t be leaving..."

He spoke a while longer before noticing his boss was spaced out, so he reached out, "What’s on your mind?"

Wang Jingyao snapped back to reality and faintly smiled: "Nothing much. Just thinking of things."

In the early morning, he visited the old lady, and she scolded him for spoiling his wife too much. At Wang Yue’s age, the Wang Family’s children were already in boarding schools with full management, yet his son was still playing in the yard, all because he pampered his wife too often.