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Chapter 817: The Tragic Huanhuan

Chapter 817: The Tragic Huanhuan

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Gu Shaoting watched her, finding her quite endearing.

Shu Pan couldn’t bear to watch any longer. She stood up, bent down, and scooped Xiaobao into her arms. “Come play with Mommy. Daddy has to work now.”

Mr. Gu certainly couldn’t resist his beloved wife.

Xiaobao stayed in his mommy’s arms only for a moment before fussing to be with his daddy again. The little guy, just over a year old, was already showing his personality.

Xiaobao could walk now, so he toddled towards his daddy on his chubby little legs. Today, he wore a pair of denim overalls that made him look both dashing and adorable. His tender little face was so cute it could melt anyone’s heart.

“Come here, Xiaobao. Come to Daddy. Be careful,” Gu Shaoting encouraged him, gesturing with his hand.

The little guy grinned, drooling as he wobbled on his tiny legs.

With eyes sparkling like stars, he kept his gaze fixed on his father, spurred on by the encouragement. His steps were unsteady, making Shu Pan’s heart skip a beat as she watched.

Sure enough, his little legs weren’t strong enough yet, and he soon plopped down on the floor. A flicker of concern crossed Gu Shaoting’s eyes. He quickly got up, scooped Xiaobao into his arms, and held him close.

Shu Pan watched the father and son duo with some exasperation. “Bring him here; he’s ready for his milk.”

As she spoke, she shook the freshly prepared formula.

Gu Shaoting carried him over. Shu Pan handed him the bottle. The little guy, seemingly hungry, grabbed the bottle and began drinking eagerly, his round eyes darting between his mommy and daddy before he settled down.

Gu Shaoting held Xiaobao in one arm and wrapped the other around Shu Pan, planting a kiss on her cheek.

“Are you almost done with your work? Xiaobao’s been a handful. Maybe I should take him home first, and you can come home when you’re finished,” Shu Pan suggested, frowning slightly.

“It’s okay. I’m almost done. Things are running smoothly now; there’s nothing particularly urgent,” Gu Shaoting said nonchalantly. Nothing was more important than his wife and child now.

Xiaobao seemed to understand and pouted, looking very innocent. What trouble had he caused?

Shu Pan pinched Xiaobao’s cheek gently. “Hurry up and finish your milk so Daddy can get back to work.”

For the next week, Gu Shaoting switched to going to the office every other day, spending his days playing and having fun with Xiaobao and Joy. If he needed to go to the office and Xiaobao fussed, he’d bring him along. Where was the principled Mr. Gu from before?

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While Gu Shaoting’s family was enjoying harmonious and happy times, Gu Huanhuan was having a tough time. Her swollen foot had finally subsided, but it was still somewhat painful. To follow the principle of “eating what you need to heal,” she had her assistant buy pig trotters for soup. After a few days of rest, she had gained three pounds.

As a result, the first thing she had to do once her foot healed was to be dragged to exercise by Sister Gao. Recalling the moment Sister Gao saw her, it was truly a tragic scene.

Sister Gao, with a hint of exasperation, said, “You really should think about your status. The roles I’m negotiating for you are all goddess-like. Look at yourself now…”

Gu Huanhuan felt utterly ashamed by her words, so for the past few days, she obediently went to the gym. Occasionally, she even took selfies to post on Weibo.

However, one thing kept nagging at Gu Huanhuan’s mind: she still hadn’t paid Wen Chi for the car repair. She wondered if he had forgotten about it since he hadn’t contacted her recently.

But she wasn’t someone who liked owing others, so she decided to take the initiative and find him.