Chapter 11

After Li Zemu left, I was lost in thought on the sofa.

It wasn’t until An’an opened the door and said she was hungry that I hurried to make her dinner.

It was already late, so I simply cooked two bowls of dumpling soup for us.

While eating, An’an asked me, “Mom, is Uncle Li really my dad?”

I never thought I’d be asked this question when she was just five years old.

After thinking for a while, I asked her, “Do you like Uncle Li?”

“He’s okay, Uncle Li is quite handsome, but he’s a bit stern. I prefer Uncle Wang.”

The Uncle Wang she mentioned is Wang Wenchu, a middle school history teacher.

Once, his cat went missing and I found it, which is how we met.

Since then, Wang Wenchu often visits my flower shop.

Although he hasn’t explicitly said it, I know he’s pursuing me.

I have a good impression of him.

While I don’t have strong feelings, I do find him quite likable.

After all, a man who loves animals and flowers can’t have a bad character.

But now, Li Zemu’s proposal of marriage has made me anxious again.

After thinking it over all night, the next day, just as I opened the door, Li Zemu appeared at the entrance again.

“Why are you here? Didn’t you say you’d give me three days?”

“Afraid you’d run away.”

As he spoke, he took An’an from my arms without asking and tried to hold my hand.

I quickly pulled away, keeping a distance from him.

The kindergarten is just two kilometers from home, and I usually ride an electric scooter or we walk there.

Downstairs, when he saw me bringing out the scooter, Li Zemu frowned, “You’re using this to take my daughter?”

I was speechless, “Why not?”

“It’s so cold, don’t let her catch a cold. Get in the car.”

Looking at his flashy Lamborghini, I refused without a second thought.

“No need, your car is too cramped, it won’t fit us. Young Master Li, please leave.”

He sneered coldly, “Xia Wanlv, how come I didn’t realize before that you’re so sharp-tongued?”

I retorted sarcastically, “You were the patron before, are you still now?”

After I said that, he was even more furious.

Just as he grabbed my arm, trying to force me into the car, someone stopped him.

“Wanlv, need help?”

It was Wang Wenchu.

He was wearing a tracksuit, looking like he had just finished a morning run.

“Teacher Wang, good morning.”

“Morning.”

Beside him, An’an also greeted him sweetly, “Good morning, Uncle Wang. Uncle Wang, when will you take An’an to see the dinosaur fossils?”

“An’an, be good. We’ll go when you have a holiday.”

Wang Wenchu patted An’an’s head and then looked at Li Zemu by the car.

“Wanlv, who is this?”

“Oh, he’s a friend from before.”

After I spoke, Li Zemu’s face turned dark.

He spoke word by word, his tone as cold as ice.

“Xia Wanlv, say it again, what is our relationship?”