Chapter 169: Cute Babies, Like Dad And Mom

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

In the evening, Qiao An rushed to the kindergarten.

Because she had put on exquisite fake makeup today, the children didn’t recognize her at first glance. When Qiao An reached out to pull the baby, Joey subconsciously took a step back and looked at her warily with frightened eyes.

“Yi Bao, it’s Mommy,” Qiao An whispered.

When Joey heard his mother’s voice, he threw himself into her arms. “Mommy, your makeup is so ugly today.” Joey reached out and wiped his mother’s face hard.

Qiao An chuckled and said perfunctorily, “Yi Bao, Mommy’s makeup is the most popular now.”

The teacher could tell that there was a disagreement between the child and Qiao An. Her gaze lingered on Qiao An’s face for a moment.

It was only when Qiao An showed her the child’s pick-up card that she called out the other two children.

Her youngest daughter, Angel Qiao, looked almost identical to Qiao An. She had fair skin, a palm-sized face, and big round eyes that were brighter than the stars. She was so cute and soft that people couldn’t help but want to pinch her face.

Qiao An gave her a nickname, Little Rice Ball.

Little Rice Ball spoke in a childish voice. She was clearly born on the same day as Joey and Ki Ki, but perhaps because she was naturally underdeveloped, she looked younger than her siblings.

She was slightly shorter, thinner, fairer, slower, slower, slower, and stuttered. However, her merits were also very eye-catching. With a face that was almost identical to her mother’s, she exuded an adorable charm that made anyone like her.

Angel Qiao kissed his mommy’s face and held it as he praised, “Mommy, you’re so beautiful today.”

Qiao An laughed hysterically.

Angel Qiao was just like her name. In her eyes, Mommy only had merits and no shortcomings.

Every time she saw Angel Qiao, Qiao An’s heart melted. She felt that she had made the best decision in her life to give birth to them after suffering.

Qiao An’s third child was a beautiful boy.

His name was Ki Ki. He was younger than Joey and older than Angel Joe.

Ki Ki was developing especially quickly. He was a head taller than other children his age. He had a noble and handsome face. Coupled with his reticence, he gave people a mysterious sense of superiority.

However, what gave Qiao An a headache was also ‘s elegant face, because he looked too much like his daddy.

Hence, every time he went out, Qiao An would deliberately put a big mask on him.

When Qiao An picked up the child, it caused a commotion.

“Wow, it’s triplets.”

“What a beautiful child.”

“It’s not triplets. That little girl looks obviously different.”

Qiao An’s heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, she pulled Joey closer to her. She couldn’t let anyone else see that something was wrong.

Therefore, she stopped those people from speculating. “They’re all my children. They’re triplets.”

Everyone exclaimed.

Qiao An left in a hurry with the child. She thought to herself that she had to avoid the peak period of picking up the child tomorrow, lest those people gossiped about him and it was not good for the child’s growth.

After Qiao An brought the three children home, she quickly made delicious dinner for them. While the children gathered in the game area to play after dinner, she sat in front of the computer and started working.

She had been very busy for the past three years, but it had also been fulfilling.

In addition to taking care of the children, she had also become a contract writer for the Hai Yue Corporation. Of course, she used a fake identity card to sign a contract. She had written two large novels, both of which had become the biggest hit of the year.

In the online literature cohort, she was a popular best-selling author and a rising star that various online literature companies chased after.

Her pen name was: Four-leaf clover!

Her daily job was to write.

A successful career made Qiao An’s personality more confident and optimistic.

Just as she was engrossed in writing, the three children suddenly quarreled.

Yi Bao said, “Mommy said that we don’t have a daddy.”

Er Bao didn’t agree with Joey. “Without Daddy, did we jump out of a rock? We’re not Sun Wukong.”

San Bao said, “Teacher said that every child has a daddy. We have one too.”

Joey raised her head. After thinking for a long time, she used a more accurate expression. “Mommy said that our daddy is already dead. The grass on his grave is taller than ours.”

Ki Ki said, “Mommy lies. Don’t you know that the prettier the girl, the more she lies?”

Angel Qiao couldn’t accept the cruel fact that her daddy had died. She suddenly ran towards Qiao An and shook her mommy’s hand as she cried, “Mommy, we have Daddy, right?”

Qiao An looked up at the three kids and felt an inexplicable sourness in her heart.

Because the children didn’t have a daddy, they were always mocked by the kindergarten children. Angels were fragile, so they would cry non-stop.

However, Ki Ki had inherited her witch-like personality. He would beat up those children and threaten them. “If you make my sister cry again, I’ll beat you until your daddy can’t recognize you.”

For a long time, the children were troubled by the subject of not having a daddy. Later, Qiao An felt that this was not a long-term solution. So he gave them a strong dose.

What did she teach the child that time?

“Your daddy is already dead. The grass on the grave is taller than you.” Because she had always been independent and strong, she was a proponent of tough love. She felt that all children should learn to face a cruel life.

But her approach made Joey and the Angel cry for a long time.

Qiao An was proud and annoyed for a long time.

This time, Qiao An gently rubbed Angel Qiao’s head. “Yes, you have Daddy. And Daddy loves you very much. He gave Mommy a lot of money, so you can study in the best kindergarten and live in the most comfortable house. When you grow up, Daddy will come back.”

The three children smiled through their tears.

Qiao An sighed almost inaudibly.

The children were very disciplined. At eight-thirty in the evening, they washed up consciously, then climbed into bed, turned on the smart speaker, and listened to their favorite bedtime stories before sleeping.

And Qiao An started her daily writing.

After the child fell asleep, she would use the next two hours to write. Fortunately, she was a talented writer and could write quickly. She could reach 3,000 words per hour. She could complete a 6,000-word manuscript every day in exchange for a considerable sum of money.

The next day, Qiao An woke up early and put on fake makeup. After sending the children to kindergarten, she took the subway to work at Angel Group.

Today was her first day at work.

She rushed to the CEO’s office early in the morning, but she didn’t expect Huo Xiaoran to already be in the office. He sat on the high-legged black leather sofa with his back facing her. His back was inexplicably lonely.

When Qiao An saw his back, she felt inexplicably poignant. She shook her head vigorously and smiled self-deprecatingly. How could a high-ranking person like him know the taste of loneliness?