1919: Plastic Surgeon

Plastic Surgeon

Ask him?2

Xin Ya would never dare to. She hurriedly shook her head.

Ding Junqi did not make things difficult for her either. Instead, he put on his clothes immediately and went over to pick up Ding Yuejia, who had finished packing, before leaving with Le Tian.

Xin Ya heaved a huge sigh of relief. She was scared to death.

Le Tian and Ding Junqi left the production crew to see the minivan outside. Le Tian wanted to tell Ding Junqi to stop carrying Yuejia all the time. Yuejia was almost six years old now and still had to be carried all the time.

After Ding Junqi seated Ding Yuejia in the minivan, he let Le Tian get in first. Then, he let Sis Lan go back as there was no need for her to follow him anymore.

Sis Lan looked at Le Tian concernedly, as if afraid that Le Tian would cause Ding Junqi trouble.

"Then, take care of yourself. Please avoid appearing in the news again, or else Yu Dong will come after my head," Sis Lan said as she threw a purposeful look at Le Tian.

Le Tian, "…"

What was she looking at her for? Le Tian did not do anything, alright?

Ding Junqi nodded and bent down to get into the minivan. Then, he asked the driver to depart.

"Please clarify to your assistant in the future that your scandal has nothing to do with me. She's been looking at me like I'm a virus all day." Le Tian hugged Ding Yuejia and shot a glance at Ding Junqi.

Ding Junqi leaned a little closer to Le Tian. "Are you not?"

Le Tian glared at him. Ding Junqi felt his mood improve immediately.

It pleased him to see Le Tian angry. Le Tian was not a person with sharp senses, so when she was angry, she looked like a puffy little bun. That was why Ding Junqi liked to make Le Tian angry whenever he could.

It was a very unique hobby.

"Mommy, who is Dong Feng?" Ding Yuejia still remembered this matter.

Dong Feng?

Ding Junqi's expression changed rapidly, and he looked straight at Le Tian.

This was a name that he would always remember.

"Just a passerby. I don't know him," Le Tian replied without thinking.

"Why did that auntie ask whether Mommy wants to know about Dong Feng?" Ding Yuejia insisted.

"Which auntie?" Before Le Tian could speak, Ding Junqi had already spoken with obvious displeasure in his voice.

"It's that auntie in yellow," Ding Yuejia answered like someone would rob him of the chance to speak.

Yellow clothes?

Ding Junqi turned around and sifted through his memory—the only person wearing yellow today was their art director, Mu Qi.

Yes, Mu Qi.

Ding Junqi peered at Le Tian. "I heard that he's back."

Ding Junqi gritted his teeth as he said this. He did not bother to hide his displeasure at all.

Le Tian lowered her eyes slightly. Before she could speak, she felt a force suddenly clamping down on her chin.

Forced to look at Ding Junqi, Le Tian glared.

Ding Junqi approached her straight and pushed Ding Yuejia's little head aside. "Le Tian, you're the mother to my son."

Had he gone nuts?

Le Tian flung his hand away and replied in a low voice, "I don't need you to remind me of that."

After getting pushed aside by Le Tian, Ding Junqi did not continue to approach her. Instead, he said, "You've attempted suicide for a man. That's all that you ever will be."

"Oh, I couldn't be young and ignorant, could I?" Le Tian smirked.

No!

Of course not!

This was the first time Ding Junqi knew how it felt like to be mad with jealousy. This was Exhibit A.

Le Tian attempted suicide for another man before. Whenever he thought about this, he could not calm himself down.

"Make an appointment with a plastic surgeon. The scar on your wrist is quite ugly," Ding Junqi suddenly said. He said so with a nonchalant tone that did not allow any form of rejection.

Le Tian's shock was seamlessly displayed in her eyes. She lowered her gaze to look at her wrist. There was an obvious scar there—a scar that could not disappear with time.

pqdm.com