Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The following day, it was time for Ning Tiantian to enroll at preschool. She ought to have gone with her parents, but because her parents were busy preparing for an IPO, and their business was based overseas, they were too busy to do so.
It was a unanimous decision that she would be taken care of by her future husband, Li Yanmo.
Since she was betrothed to him at birth, the rascal who was stealing their daughter ought to be responsible for her from now on.
Tiantian had no objections. In fact, she was all for it. As long as Inky was around, all her parents had to do was provide money regularly and work hard on producing a younger sibling!
On the day of registration, Ning Tiantian had breakfast at Li Yanmo’s place before heading to the preschool nearby for enrollment, and the mall thereafter, for the purchase of stationery.
Mama Li’s cell phone rang as soon as they reached the entrance of the mall. It was a call informing her that there were problems with the batch of photos she had taken a few days ago. It was imperative that she headed back to the studio immediately.
After the call ended, Mama Li crouched before Tiantian and Li Yanmo, apologetically ruffling their hair. “Tiantian, Yanmo, the studio needs me, so I can’t accompany you guys to go get school bags.”
Although she only worked part-time as a photographer, she had to be responsible for her work.
Before Mama Li could finish speaking, Ning Tiantian nodded sensibly, saying, “Don’t worry, Godma! Me and Inky will get the bags on our own, then spend some couple time at the cinema!”
Couple time?
Mama Li didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. This three-year-old seemed to know everything.
“All right then. Yanmo, remember to take good care of your wife. The chauffeur will accompany you. I’ll make a move first.”
Li Yanmo nodded, subconsciously tightening his grip on that pair of soft little hands, and pursing his lips as if there were something on his mind.
“Bye, Godma!”
Ning Tiantian waved vigorously at her, before holding on Li Yanmo’s arm, saying sweetly, “Inky, let’s go enjoy time to ourselves.”
“Mm.” Li Yanmo still appeared to be preoccupied with something else. His gaze would occasionally flicker toward Ning Tiantian’s tummy. It seemed as though he wanted to say something, but was hesitant.
Done with choosing stationery, Ning Tiantian was happily hopping around with her new school bag on her back, and Li Yanmo was about to lead her down the stairs.
But they had barely taken two steps before Ning Tiantian suddenly crouched on the ground, dropping her ice cream in the process. Holding her tummy, and with her little face scrunched in agony, she said tearily to Li Yanmo, “Inky, my tummy hurts…”
“Your tummy hurts?” Li Yanmo panicked. Not knowing what to do, he simply stared at her, helplessly.
Could she be pregnant?
The usually intelligent Li Yanmo had completely forgotten that the ice cream Ning Tiantian had been holding onto had been her third ice cream today.
“Inky…” Ning Tiantian whined.
“Don’t be afraid. I’ll take you to the hospital now.” Li Yanmo finally regained his composure. He then bent down and held Tiantian in a bridal carry, his shoulders straining and sweating furiously from the added weight.
Although this three-year-old toddler looked weak and tiny, it wasn’t at all easy for an eight-year-old boy to carry her, considering she was half his body weight.