Chapter 15

Zhou Yanming saw the couple off with a cheerful smile. When he came back, he sat down next to me and put his arm around me.

I asked, “You looked at Li Qingyi’s belly several times just now. Are you thinking about becoming a dad?”

“Not really. It’s just that Xu Shaoting isn’t exactly reliable, and now he’s going to be a dad too. It feels kind of surreal.”

I leaned in and whispered to him, “Do you believe it? I can let you experience that role for yourself right now.”

“Hm?” He glanced down at my belly.

The next second, I leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Daddy.”

There was a subtle shift in Zhou Yanming’s gaze. He raised his brows, then swept me up from the sofa. “So tonight, will you be Daddy’s good girl?”

I moved closer to his ear again. “Sure.”

…

Of course, sometimes I also like to put a pretty silver chain on Zhou Yanming and let him be my Bad Puppy.

Extra

(Zhou Yanming’s Perspective)

I have a friend who just can’t get it together-he’s completely wrapped around a woman’s finger.

At first, I tried to give him advice: date seriously, don’t overthink things that aren’t there.

Later, I started hoping they’d break up so I could be spared all this romantic drama.

I’m not even the one in a relationship, but I was exhausted by it.

I urged him to break up a hundred times, but in the end, I wound up drinking at his wedding.

Who’s the clown now?

At the wedding, the bridesmaid-just as stony-faced as me-said she felt like a fool too.

At first, there was a sense of mutual sympathy between us.

That day, at her company gathering, Wen Yuan was dancing on the floor, radiating effortless charm.

People nearby were itching to get her contact info, but all left empty-handed.

Beautiful, passionate, generous.

That was my impression of her.

We always had plenty to talk about when it came to our friends’ relationship woes-her best friend and Xu Shaoting’s romance provided endless material.

While we were chatting that day, I suddenly noticed the fine fuzz on her face.

We were close-closer than the safe distance.

But I didn’t mind.

That’s when I knew it was my turn to be a dog for a woman.

Here’s the guide to being a woman’s dog:

Show off your looks.

Show off your body.

Show off your wealth.

Show off your cooking skills.

Show off your outstanding bedroom skills.

(The End)