âEn, I will definitely eat up mommyâs breakfast that was made with love.â The little boy then picked up the chopsticks and began eating.
Cheng Liyue answered Lindaâs phone call. It turned out that Shen Junyao had requested for the draft design to be sent over to the Lu Group. And Cheng Liyue had to be the one to personally send it over.
Cheng Liyue was somewhat angry. Shen Junyao was simply outrageous. She was purposely making things difficult for her.
âIt canât be helped. Iâd talked to her nicely about it. But she refused to change her mind. Youâre to personally send it over or else she will call off the order. Youâve got to understand that if she goes through with this order, the company will rack up millions in design fees. The company attaches great importance to this.â
Cheng Liyue took in a deep breath and exhaled the grievances from the depths of her heart. Chewing on her lips, she replied, âOkay, Iâll go.â
âLeave your son at home. Iâll send Tang Weiwei over to your house to babysit him. Sheâs a good girl, sheâll take good care of Xiao Ze.â
âAlright.â Cheng Liyue thought that caring for him at home was better than looking after him at the company.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âLiyue, do your best! If you really find it difficult to handle Shen Junyaoâs commission, Iâll help you out.â
âThank you, Linda jie.â Cheng Liyue felt a rush of warmth in her heart.
âYouâre welcome.â Linda then hung up the phone.
Cheng Liyue was feeling somewhat unsettled. Having her make a trip to Lu Group could only mean one thing â Shen Junyao was definitely prepared to humiliate her. And what was more, she might even bump into Lu Junxuan.
Cheng Liyue nibbled on her lower lip as she struggled with her emotions. Turning her head, she looked at the peaceful and serene little boy at the table who was eating his noodles. The resentment burning in her heart immediately dissipated.
Cheng Liyue, for the sake of your son, what grievances cannot be suffered?
Half an hour later, Tang Weiwei came over. She brought with her a bunch of toys. Cheng Liyue liked this assistant very much even though she was older than her by three months.
âLiyue jie, rest assured, Iâll take care of Xiao Ze.â Tang Weiwei was in love with this little bean.
âAlright, then Iâll leave him to you. Iâll be going to the company now. I may not be back until much later. If Iâm still not back for dinner, you can just give him some noodles.â Cheng Liyue laid down the plan.
âDonât worry, Iâll make sure to take care of him.â Tang Weiwei reassured her.
âMommy, you can be at ease. I absolutely wonât stir up trouble. Iâll obediently listen to Aunt Tang.â The little boy assured her.
Cheng Liyue walked up to him with a smile. Holding his small head with both hands, she leaned in to kiss him on the forehead. âWait for mommy to return.â
âEn! Goodbye, mommy. â
Cheng Liyue left her unit and went down to where Linda was waiting for her. They headed to the office first to get the draft design. After awhile, Linda accompanied her to the Lu Group.
In the hospital, Yan Yang who was dressed in a fitted gray suit walked through the corridor of the hospital, drawing the gaze of a number of men.
She went to the office of the doctor in charge and said with a smile, âDoctor Wu, is the DNA report out yet?â
The doctor took out the report from his drawer and handed it to her. âItâs out.â
âMay I ask what are the results?â Yan Yang asked curiously. She had already surmised that one of the hair sample belonged to her boss and the other belonged to the boy who had appeared in the bossâ office yesterday.
She was really curious about their relationship.
âThe two hair samples that youâve sent in, to whom do they belonged to?â
âOh, theyâre my friendsâ. Yan Yang bluffed. Of course she couldnât say it was the bossâ. She had to maintain his privacy.
âWell, the result of the DNA comparison indicates that these two persons have a father-son relationship.â The doctor casually announced.
This caused Yan Yangâs hazel eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets. What? The little boy yesterday and her boss hadâ¦
A father and son relationship?