Campus Ace Girl

Lin Hua most feared him like this, how could someone who’s been married not know?

At such times, it meant he had a belly full of bad ideas, scheming something.

Lin Hua pursed her lips and was about to get out of the car, but Wang Jingyao grabbed her and said softly, "Still angry? That little brat has already come out to play peacemaker for us, isn’t that enough to quell your anger? Didn’t you see how I was constantly trying to please you at the table today, isn’t that giving enough face?"

"Whoever wants that kind of face and luck can have it." Lin Hua was not buying his act, broke free and got out of the car.

Wang Jingyao laughed and followed her out of the car, his coat hanging on his arm, and followed his wife all the way to the hall. The servants saw they had returned and asked if they wanted a late-night snack. Wang Jingyao waved his hand: "Go rest."

The servants saw his expression and knew the couple’s matters were no longer a big deal, and couldn’t help but feel delighted.

Lin Hua really didn’t want to pay attention to that old man and went upstairs by herself first, Old Wang’s brother’s heart fluttered and immediately followed.

Upstairs, Lin Hua started to grab clothes to take a shower, watching him shamelessly follow, she laughed coldly, "Go shower in the guest room."

She thought he would keep being shameless, but he surprisingly agreed: "Alright, alright, I’ll shower in the guest room."

Saying so, he half-jokingly complained, "Married a wife and now I can’t even take a shower."

After speaking, he still put down his coat, took his pajamas, and went to the guest room.

Lin Hua watched him go out, her heart moved slightly with an indescribable feeling. Later, after she showered, she was planning to check on Little Wang Yue, but when she looked up, she was stunned.

In the large bedroom, there was an additional pink and blue crib. The crib was empty, because the little guy was happily lying on the sofa, kicking his little legs, playing with dad.

Lin Hua’s heart suddenly felt sour, after quite a while she hoarsely said, "How did you bring the crib over?"

Wang Jingyao was playing with the little one and softly said, "From now on, he’ll sleep with us. If you want to hold your son all night, that’s fine. But this little guy better not get in the way of his old man’s business."

Lin Hua glared at him, then walked over, reaching out to hold the little one close to her heart.

Little Wang Yue happily hugged his mom, babbling away.

Lin Hua kissed him, then mumbled, "Can we really?"

Wang Jingyao felt a pang in his heart too and stood up to hug his wife’s waist from behind: "Of course, when have I ever lied to you?"

"Haven’t you lied to enough young girls?" Lin Hua lowered her eyes and softly said.

Old Wang’s brother chuckled lightly, "But you’re not a young girl anymore now."

He gave her a nose tweak: "No crying, play with this little guy for a while. I’ll go shower."

Only then did she realize he hadn’t showered yet.

She called out to him, "Jingyao."

Wang Jingyao turned his head to look at her: "What’s wrong?"

Lin Hua said softly, "Jingyao, is it true? Can I really take care of Xiao Yue from now on?"

He smiled, "When have I ever lied, Lin Hua, think about my status."

Lin Hua no longer doubted, hugging Little Wang Yue, she felt especially, especially good. At this moment, her feelings for Wang Jingyao reached a peak, indescribable with words, feeling his concession.

So that night, Lin Hua was tender like water, and Wang Jingyao naturally found it very enjoyable.

In the morning, when he woke up, reaching out to touch his wife was met by a soft little thing. Picking it up and looking, it was his son.

Little Wang Yue was awake, energetically kicking his little feet, showing off his small body to dad.

The little mouth made murmuring sounds, indicating he wanted to eat, and even turned over on his tummy to show he wanted a diaper change.

Wang Jingyao playfully swatted his little butt and jokingly scolded, "Such a little person, why so crafty?"

At this time, Lin Hua stood at the door, gently saying, "This is probably just like you."

Wang Jingyao laughed, "How is this like me, it’s clearly like you. If you weren’t sharp, how could you catch me, why did I marry you among all the women?"

Lin Hua found him quite shameless: "At that time, Dr. Jiang wanted you to propose, you had heaven-sent opportunities, why kneel in front of me?"

Wang Jingyao recalled that bit of past, couldn’t help but laugh, pulled his wife closer and whispered, "Didn’t it feel right, wanted to carry on?"

Lin Hua was speechless, how could he relate everything to that?

She ignored him, placed the prepared milk on the bedside table, quickly changed Little Wang Yue’s diaper, washed her hands then fed the little one milk.

Little Wang Yue sat in mom’s lap, chubby little hands holding the bottle, drinking greedily, big eyes staring straight ahead, such a look Lin Hua could watch for a day and not tire.

She kissed the little guy, "Drink slowly."

Wang Jingyao got up, fastening his belt and smiling, "He can really drink, already at 240. When dad goes downstairs, he’ll make you some mashed potatoes."

Lin Hua lifted her eyes, "Don’t you have a meeting this morning? If you’re short on time let Auntie do it, or I can do it later."

"No way, I must make it for Xiao Yue myself, or else his mom would be angry." Wang Jingyao stroked his son’s cheek, so adorably chubby.

Lin Hua’s gaze was naturally gentle, and Old Wang’s brother couldn’t be more pleased, whispering, "I’ll be home early tonight."

Lin Hua softly acknowledged.

Then she bit her lip, "Hey."

He looked at her.

Her face was slightly flushed, she softly said, "Last night...you didn’t...should we buy some?"

It took about three seconds for Wang Jingyao to understand what his wife meant, he smiled and then said, "I’ll have Jingchuan prepare more."

Lin Hua couldn’t help but scold, "How could you let a big man like him prepare such things, what will he think of me in the future?"

She paused for a moment, "I’ll go buy them."

Old Wang’s brother’s gaze was deep, then gently laughed, "A woman out buying that, I’ll go buy it."

Saying that, he tied his tie, leaned in, and kissed his wife.

Lin Hua looked at him, her eyes brimming with unmistakable affection, Wang Jingyao almost didn’t want to leave, leaned in closer, whispered in his wife’s ear, "Lately, I’ve grown to really hate this position."

Lin Hua glanced at him, then lightly hummed, "You’re just saying that, when you get to the office, you’ll be fired up, all those intrigues and schemes are so much fun."

Old Wang’s brother chuckled lowly, "You’re much more interesting than them."

Lin Hua was utterly at her wits’ end, this shameless man, she shot him a glance, "Weren’t you going to make mashed potatoes?"

Wang Jingyao chuckled lightly, adjusted his clothes, and went out...

Two hours later, a certain man was sitting in his office, his white shirt crisp, his trousers perfectly pressed, holding a small box in his hand with a pile of various others on the desk.

After studying them for a while, he called in Wang Jingchuan.

Upon seeing these things, Secretary-General Wang’s face reddened.

Hey, Mr. Wang, why do you have so many? Can you use them all?

As the secretary-general, he advised, "You should take care of your health!"

"I’m doing well, still hoping Lin Hua will have two kids in three years," Old Wang laughed.

Secretary-General Wang smiled wryly, "That’s not advisable. A distinguished person like the madam is better suited for art."

King Jingyao glanced at him, "What do you mean suited for art? She belongs to me, okay? My wife, King Jingyao’s wife."

He’s used to being domineering, and the secretary-general is helpless against him, so he just waved his hand.

King Jingyao then spoke, "Jingchuan, bring me a needle."

Secretary-General Wang was puzzled, touching his head, "Sir, what do you need a needle for?"

King Jingyao frowned, "Didn’t I say two kids in three years? With everything so airtight, how are we supposed to have kids?"

Right then, Wang Jingchuan was scared witless and stuttered, "Have you thought it through? Not getting a woman’s consent for pregnancy, that’s indecent behavior. Is it right for someone of your stature?"

King Jingyao gave him a sidelong look, "Is it right or not right? She’s my wife. You don’t know what she and I are like anymore. I think we should just have another one. Whether it’s a boy or a girl, with no responsibility, Lin Hua will raise the child, just not too spoiling."

At this point, Wang Jingchuan blurted out the issue: "What if the madam finds out..."

"It’s an accident; she won’t know," King Jingyao said softly as he put down the things in his hand.

Wang Jingchuan was scared by the look in his eyes and hurried off to find the needle, watching as that prestigious man punctured each one... Watching it, he felt sorry.

He didn’t see it; he acted ignorant about the situation.

King Jingyao spent an hour piercing them all, feeling much better afterward, and took a deep breath as he waited for the workday to end.

When work ended, King Jingyao hurried downstairs, eager to return.

In his pocket was a box of little gadgets.

However, what saddened Old Wang over the four years was that he’d still been unable to get Lin Hua pregnant. That pile of stuff had long been used up, and he kept buying new ones, piercing, and buying again.

Meanwhile, his little darling was sleeping in their bedroom for four years, occasionally turning his head in the middle of the night to find his son watching them... In those moments, Old Wang’s heart really shattered.

Still hoping for little brothers and sisters?

Another afternoon, Old Wang finished piercing the box, propped his chin up, and asked, "Jingchuan, do you think I still have a chance?"

Wang Jingchuan knew his boss’s pride was hurt and spoke gently, "Maybe the timing just hasn’t come."

Old Wang complained, "You don’t know that Wang Yue is almost five, about to start school, and yet he still wants to sleep in our room."

The child was growing up, making things inconvenient.

Wang Jingchuan naturally knew his worries, lightly coughed, "It’s definitely time to separate."

King Jingyao rubbed his chin thoughtfully, indeed, it’s been four years; Lin Hua should be willing now. Continuing to let Wang Yue sleep with them is bad for the child’s independence.

His mother had hinted many times, but he pretended not to hear.

King Jingyao left work fairly early today, and upon returning, found Little Wang Yue playing in the yard. He casually took off his jacket and handed it to a servant, squatting down with open arms, "Son, come to dad for a hug."

Wang Yue was very lively, rushing into his arms, "Dad, Dad."

"What are you doing?" He kissed his son’s cheek.

Little Wang Yue smiled sweetly, "Planting little potatoes. When they grow, you can make mashed potatoes for me."

The little boy’s soft words made his father’s mood much better. He pinched his little nose, "Little smart aleck. Let dad see your potatoes."

With that, he picked him up and headed to the little garden, where Little Wang Yue could freely play, planting all kinds of strange things, and he usually managed it himself. To King Jingyao’s surprise, the little guy had managed it quite well; although messy, there were even tomatoes growing, which he reached for, wiped, and tasted, "Pretty sweet."

Little Wang Yue told him this was a method he saw in a book, how to cultivate them so they’d be sandy and sweet, unlike the ones outside.

King Jingyao took another bite, "Really? Let me try... Wow, it’s different from the ones outside."

Wang Yue laughed proudly, "I’m also planning to grow cucumbers for Mom, to make her face masks."

"Good boy." King Jingyao patted his little head, "Then continue your busy work, and have someone call you for dinner later."

Little Wang Yue’s voice was crisp, "Okay, Dad."

King Jingyao just smiled, but turned away, his smile gone—

He quickly went upstairs, finding Lin Hua at home, having just returned and changing in the dressing room. He walked in and couldn’t leave, hugging her from behind...

After a long while, Lin Hua leaned against the sofa complaining, "You only think of yourself; what if something happens?"

"If something happens, we’ll have it," King Jingyao lowered his head, tapping his clothes, looking at them neat and tidy, he smiled, "Isn’t it true that the Wang Family can’t afford one more child?"

Lin Hua closed her eyes to calm down, then murmured, "That’s not what I mean. I mean, having Xiao Yue is already good. Another child might not make him happy, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to take care of it."

She’s indeed gotten used to taking care of her child these years.

King Jingyao thought it over carefully, "It’s not a problem. Xiao Yue has started school, so you have more energy now. Plus, Xiao Yue likes the idea of a sister. If it happens, he’ll be the happiest."

Lin Hua smiled lightly but said nothing.

King Jingyao just happened to discuss serious matters with her, "Our son is five and will start kindergarten. It’s time to stop sleeping in the same room with us. It’s not good if something happens."

Lin Hua gave him a sidelong glance, thought for a moment and agreed, "Sure, boys should be a bit more independent."

King Jingyao never expected her to be so agreeable, and immediately pulled her over to kiss her repeatedly, treating her like a treasure.

Later that evening, Little Wang Yue had bathed and climbed onto the bed of his mom and dad, waiting. Lin Hua picked up her son, "Xiao Yue is a big boy now. How about sleeping on your own from now on?"

Little Wang Yue looked at his dad, then at his mom, and blinked gently.

King Jingyao was amused, "Little guy, what do you think?"

Little Wang Yue whispered, "I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. Actually, three people sleeping is pretty cramped."

After speaking, he coolly wrapped his little blanket and climbed off the bed, "I’ll sleep in my own room now."

Naturally, he had his own suite, furnished suitably for a child. Little Wang Yue, in his one-piece pajamas, leapt and bounced off.