Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 370 - Her Huge Pillow



Chapter 370: Her Huge Pillow

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

As the two of them fought, Shen Qianshu clapped her little hands as she watched them. She had no intention of helping in anything at all. She stared as the childish father and son took turns to smear buttercream all over each other.

The dreamy little princess birthday party she prepared was in a total mess, and the sofa was covered with cream.

Shen Qianshu stood up and released the balloons on the walls. All of them rose up onto the ceiling, making the dreamy space seem romantic. She watched as Ye Ling and Tong Hua messed around with each other.

Ye Ling grabbed a handful of buttercream, and suddenly, he smeared it all on Shen Qianshu’s face.

“…” Shen Qianshu was stunned.

Damn, I’m just watching both of you. Why can’t you let me off?

How could you make a bystander suffer? Unbearable!

The three messed around in the living room, ruining the entire big cake.

Zhong Ran and Ah Da looked through the surveillance cameras, and they revealed motherly smiles.

If Master was such every day, Butler Luther would have twice as much for his salary. Yippee!!

The aftermath of going crazy was Shen Qianshu cleaning up the living room. It was almost twelve midnight. The father had gone for an international video conference while the son was in deep sleep.

She had so much fun, and she was tired as well. This was considered a very perfect birthday.

Just as she was thinking so, something pushed her swiftly onto the bed. Ye Ling hugged her in his arms. He had just showered, and he smelled as nice as she did. His clothes smelled fresh as well. She closed her eyes, and it felt heartwarming for some reason.

There was a moment of silence, and he placed his hand on her waist tightly.

“Shen Qianshu…” He could not bring himself to thank her. He kissed her lightly on her hair and said, “Rest well.”

“…” Shen Qianshu stared at him blankly.

She thought that Ye Ling had finally learned something and was going to say something nice to her. Indeed, she had thought too much.

Oh… I was just his huge pillow.

The next day, things went back to their original state. The charming Ye Ling chose a white V neck t-shirt as underwear and a black Burberry trench coat. It was tight at his waist, and his model figure was perfect. He put on white sneakers and looked casual for the day. Yet, he looked even more refined than when he was in formal wear. He was charismatic. Tong Hua blinked. He was blinded by his beauty early in the morning, and he thought to himself, Someone is using good looks to get what he wants every day.

How scheming!!

How scheming!!!!

The trench coat had a nine-point sleeve, and it was not long, perfectly revealing the string of fate bracelet and watch he had on his wrist. It got rid of the first impression Shen Qianshu had of Ye Ling, a stereotypical old-fashioned man.

Ye Ling felt like someone who was very classical. Maybe it was because he had been around the very English Butler Luther, and the old butler always dressed him up like a gentleman from medieval times. All along, he seemed to be very old-fashioned, but now, he had changed drastically. His fashion style was more fashionable and young. It made him seem even more charismatic.

What kind of 28-year-old youth dresses like a gentleman from medieval times?

What a waste of ‘natural resources.’

“Master, you look stunning today.”

“Oh.” Ye Ling answered as if it was an acknowledgment of her compliment. He took his laptop and left. Shen Qianshu felt a deep sense of pressure. She phoned Lin Xiaojuan. “Babe, shopping today?”

Lin Xiaojuan replied. “I have a meeting in the morning. I’ll be free in the afternoon.”

“Shopping afternoon.”

“Sure!”

Tong Hua rolled her eyes angrily. “Traitor!”

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