"Mm-hmm, Chengxun, you mustn't cry."
Wen Meimei patted his back gently, like a little adult.
This guy, Qiao Chengxun, starts crying at the drop of a hat, just like a child.
That night, Qiao Chengxun lost control and cried in the arms of the naive girl for a long time. It was the most disgraceful and the most indulgent display of vulnerability he'd ever allowed himself.
Later, when the girl said she was hungry, he brought her to the dining table, and they sat down to eat together.
Qiao Chengxun served her a bowl of rice and handed it to her, saying, "Meimei, wherever you want to go in the future, I'll take you there, and I'll take you to social events too."
"Okay, okay! Chengxun is the best!" Wen Meimei exclaimed happily, like a little girl who had just tasted something sweet, tapping her chopsticks on the table.
Qiao Chengxun raised his hand and gently pinched her round little face. "Eat up, you have to eat more, or the baby won't grow."
