The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

Wen Shan had ordered so many dishes that they couldn’t even fit the table but finished only one fifth of what she had ordered. Nalan Chunbo had not eaten much and had left most of the food for Wen Shan. Wen Shan eventually began to feel sorry for Nalan Chunbo and stopped making him eat the spicy food.

“Please consider the job as a screenwriting assistant.”

“But Brother Gu has always been a perfectionist. He will not accept someone as sloppy as me, and I might get scolded for even asking to join,” said Wen Shan. She was happy after the meal and told the waiter to pack the leftovers as Nalan Chunbo paid.

Both the waitress and Nalan Chunbo were speechless when she asked to pack leftovers from eating hotpot.

“What are you looking at? Can I not pack the leftovers that I haven’t cooked? Did we not pay for it?” Wen Shan looked at the waitress and asked straightforwardly.

“Please pack the leftovers,” said Nalan Chunbo after paying.

The waitress smiled awkwardly and left to get a packing box.

“Don’t worry about Gu Juexi, I will talk to him. After all, I am the brother of his wife and the screenwriter for the movie.”

Wen Shan choked on her juice and began to cough vigorously.

Nalan Chunbo’s expression darkened when Wen Shan coughed in his face.

Neat freak, she forgot this man was an extreme neat freak!

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to!” Wen Shan was shocked and immediately grabbed a tissue to start wiping Nalan Chunbo’s face.

Wen Shan smelled like hotpot but Nalan Chunbo didn’t find the smell annoying because he could smell Wen Shan’s own scent intermingled with it.

It made him want to get closer to her.

Nalan Chunbo grabbed Wen Shan’s wrist to stop her from getting closer to him, just in case he lost control of himself.

“Don’t worry about it.” Nalan Chunbo sounded so calm it was as if he wasn’t bothered at all.

Nalan Chunbo managed to catch Wen Shan’s expression when she lowered her head. She was pursing her lips as Nalan Chunbo held on to her wrist.

“I let you stay on for a month before I chased you away, Wen Shan. Let’s make it fair. I will let you go if you decide that you do not feel for me after a month, but you may not tell me off during that one-month period.” Nalan Chunbo was grateful that he could actually use this as a reason to convince Wen Shan.

The waitress came to their table again with the packing box before Wen Shan could say anything. Wen Shan flung Nalan Chunbo’s hand off and went back to her seat.

Her face was still red, probably because of the spiciness of the hotpot.

The leftovers were packed in a big bag.

“Let’s go, I will send you back.” Nalan Chunbo stood up and carried, looking at Wen Shan.

Wen Shan nodded and left the restaurant with Nalan Chunbo.

Nalan Chunbo had parked his car right in front of the restaurant. His brows knitted as he put the packed food in the backseat of his car. He wanted to hold his stomach which had started to hurt badly, but stopped himself and walked to the other side of the car to get in.

“The girl you bumped into the other day was a servant from Gu Mansion,” said Nalan Chunbo after he got into the car. He started the engine only after Wen Shan had buckled her seatbelt.

Wen Shan looked outside the window and kept quiet.

“She used to come for cleaning every three days, but not anymore,” Nalan Chunbo continued.

Wen Shan continued to look outside the window, hiding her expressions from him.

Nalan Chunbo felt disappointed when Wen Shan continued to keep quiet. At the same time, the pain in his stomach had gotten so intense that his features were twisted in pain and sweat beaded on his forehead.