When he woke up, 23-year-old intern Gu Yan discovered he had a five-year-old daughter.
He hadn’t even secured a full-time position, and somehow he’d become a dad.
Even more absurdly, the child’s mother was the gorgeous 24-year-old CEO of his internship company: Lin Qinghan.
Putting the two of them together was even less plausible than a cat and a dog falling in love across species.
But out of a sense of parental responsibility,
they began raising their daughter while pretending not to know each other in public and sleeping together in private.
Until one day, a coworker noticed that the pink-straw cup on Gu Yan’s desk belonged to President Lin;
a friend spotted a photo in his phone: three people sitting on a sofa, their daughter in the middle, and the woman beside him resting her hand on his leg. That was President Lin, right?
And his family discovered that their son had somehow acquired such a grown-up daughter behind their backs.
Everyone finally understood: so we were just one part of their little play?
Later.
The gauzy curtains were drawn, and shifting light and shadows filled the room.
Gu Yan suddenly pushed himself upright, bracing one hand on the pillow as he looked down at that unfairly beautiful face. His voice was low, but he couldn’t hide his irritation. “At home, stop using that CEO attitude to lecture me. I hate how you act so high and mighty about everything.”
“You’re absolutely right.” Lin Qinghan gently lifted her arm, her fingertips sliding along the buttons of his shirt to his collar before curling around his neck. A sly smile flickered in her eyes. She brought her red lips close to his ear. “Then… could you get off the person you’re looking down on before you say that, darling?”
Gu Yan: “...There she goes again.”
In the next room, Xiaoman covered her ears and said to Tuantuan, “Mom and Dad are fighting again. Let’s pretend we can’t hear them.”
Tuantuan: Woof, woof.
