Chapter 142 - 88: Make Her Call You Daddy

Chapter 142: Chapter 88: Make Her Call You Daddy

"Dada~"

Mili pouted, her eyes welling with tears.

"Here, let me take her."

Taking the child, Chen Yuan held her in his arms and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"A kiss from Uncle~"

After being kissed, little Mili giggled nonstop, her mood instantly stabilizing.

"So you’re not saying ’Daddy gives a kiss’ anymore?"

"I have to change it back now. If I let it become a habit, things would get complicated."

"I don’t even mind her calling you that. You’re really overthinking it."

Jiang Wanyi’s face was expressionless, but her tone was a little plaintive.

"I don’t plan on remarrying, and I don’t want to find her a stepfather. I don’t mind if she calls you that."

Chen Yuan chuckled. "In that case, should I change how I address you, too?"

"Then just let her acknowledge you as her godfather. She’s closer to you than to me anyway."

"That’s not the change I was talking about."

"Then what was it?"

"I mean, if she’s going to call me Daddy, does that mean I should start calling you ’the baby’s mom’?"

Instantly, Jiang Wanyi’s face flushed red, like an intoxicating peach blossom.

’Letting Mili call him Daddy was one thing, mostly just words.’

’But if Chen Yuan stopped calling me ’Big Sis’ and started calling me ’the baby’s mom,’ the nature of their relationship would become much more ambiguous.’

"You little rascal, getting fresh with me, are you?"

She reached out and pinched Chen Yuan. Her blush hadn’t faded, and her heart was racing. "Hurry up and get your driver’s license. From now on, you can drive the two of us around."

"No problem."

After giving little Mili another kiss on the cheek, Chen Yuan left.

He still had plenty of time, so he took the bus back.

When he got back to the hotel, Song Jianye was sitting in the lobby. Beside her was a nine-sectioned platter filled with all sorts of fruit.

She was wearing slacks, white sneakers, and a baseball cap today, looking like a sporty girl.

"Xiaoyuan is here."

"Uncle Zhang."

Uncle Zhang smiled and nodded in response.

"Miss, it’s about time. I’ll drive you over."

"Pack this fruit into boxes for us to take. We can eat it to kill time while we’re waiting for the test."

"Alright, I’ll go get some containers."

Uncle Zhang had someone bring three containers and packed all the fruit from the nine-sectioned platter into them, placing them in a small blue bag.

Standing in the hotel lobby, Chen Yuan saw a round glass fishbowl on the bar counter. Inside were the loaches he had caught last time at Xiangli Garden.

"Let’s go."

The two of them left the hotel, got into the Maybach, and headed to the driving school.

There were about twenty-something people taking the Subject Two exam.

While they were in the waiting area, Zhou Jianye came over.

"What number do you two want in the queue? I can cut you in line."

"We can do that?"

"Money talks. You signed up for the two-person VIP class. If you didn’t even get this little perk, the money would have been wasted, wouldn’t it?"

Chen Yuan turned and looked at the people behind them, then thought for a moment.

"Put us down for fifth and sixth."

’Going first in this kind of thing can make you nervous, but going last can make you lose patience. A spot near the front is better.’

"Alright, I’ll go arrange it for you." Zhou Jianye said, looking at Song Jianye,

"I was always on your case during practice, but you’ve been doing really well these past few days. As long as you don’t get nervous, you’ll definitely pass."

"Got it. Thanks, Coach."

Chen Yuan practiced very well, and Zhou Jianye knew his skill level, so he didn’t say much more to him before leaving to arrange their spot in the line.

"See how smart I am? I knew we wouldn’t be up right away, so I brought fruit."

"That much deserves some praise."

"Is there a reward this time?"

"You just brought some fruit and you’re already asking for a reward? Don’t push your luck."

"You’re a bad friend. You can’t even offer some mutual encouragement. You can’t have this cherry anymore. Eat an apple instead."

’Does a four-year-old have such a strong sense of revenge?’

’She’s eating the cherry herself and giving me the apple. Isn’t that a little too vicious?’

’I absolutely cannot indulge her bad habits.’

He stared at Song Jianye until she started to feel unnerved.

"Are you going to snatch my cherry? This is the last one."

"What do you think?"

Holding the cherry by its stem, Song Jianye popped it into her mouth for a moment.

"Do you still want to eat it now?"

"When did you learn such a disgusting trick?"

"I learned it from watching videos."

’It really is right not to let kids play on phones. You never know what they’ll learn from them.’

"There’s no reward for bringing fruit, but if you can pass Subject Two, you’ll get a reward. I can take you out somewhere fun."

"Where are we going?"

"I’m not telling you. We’ll talk after you pass Subject Two."

"Tell me, and I’ll give you a cherry."

"You already put that one in your mouth and you’re offering it to me? What are your intentions?"

"There are others."

Song Jianye took a small fork and poked around in the fruit container. There was another cherry, buried underneath the other fruits.

"So you’re using all your little tricks on me now."

"Hehe... Tell me."

"Let’s keep some suspense for now. We’ll talk after you pass."

"You’re a good person."

"Who’d you learn that from? Hitting me with the ’nice guy’ card."

"I know that even if I don’t pass, you’ll still take me out."

"Hah, in your dreams."

"Go ahead, make me unhappy."

"So what if I do?"

"Nothing much. I guess you just know how to pick on the weak."

Sharing bites back and forth, the two of them finished the fruit, and then it was their turn for the test.

Chen Yuan was number 5 and Song Jianye was number 6, but they went out together—one to take the test, the other to the waiting area for the next turn.

"Go, go, go! After the test, we’re going out to have fun."

"Only if *you* pass."

"That’s not the right thing to say. You can’t say that."

"Then what should I say?"

Song Jianye held out her pale hand, her expression serious.

"Give me five!"