The 99th Divorce

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Shen Luo’an’s body reacted much quicker than his mind, it was as if he was on autopilot.

He dashed into the room immediately and saw Shen Manting staring at the cabinet on the ground somewhat helplessly.

The bedside cabinet that had been positioned beside the bed had been toppled to the ground.

Everything that had been in it is now sprawled across the floor.

Fortunately, there was no glass and nothing was broken.

Shen Luo’an stepped forward to hold Shen Manting, and asked, “What happened?”

Shen Manting was in a daze as she replied, “I think Little Manting emerged just now.”

Shen Luo’an pulled her gently into his arms, and carefully asked, “And what happened after that?”

“She pushed the cabinet over. I didn’t want her to, so I returned.” Shen Manting hugged him as she continued, “It was so scary.”

“Don’t be scared. Everything’s still fine, isn’t it?” Shen Luo’an comforted her softly. “Wash your hands and we’ll eat. We’ll come back again to fix this mess later.”

“Alright,” Shen Manting replied quickly. For some unknown reason, Shen Luo’an felt that something was amiss.

He couldn’t place his finger on it, but everything definitely felt off to him.

After leading Shen Manting out, both of them washed their hands, and Shen Luo’an scooped out a bowl of rice for Shen Manting and himself.

Shen Manting took the bowl from him, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat slowly.

She seemed especially fond of the plate of deep-fried pork ribs.

Shen Luo’an glanced at it, and asked, “How is it?”

“It’s delicious,” Shen Manting replied and glanced at him before continuing, “But Nanny He does it better.”

When Shen Luo’an heard that answer, his heart sank.

Without giving his true feelings away, he nodded his head with a slight smile, and said, “I’ll just have to work harder to improve.”

Shen Manting didn’t say anything further, and the rest of the meal passed silently.

Shen Luo’an pretended to have something on his mind. When they were done eating, he glanced at Shen Manting and said, “You haven’t seen your son for some time. I’ve arranged for him to start kindergarten in September. I wonder if he’ll be able to adapt.”

“He’ll definitely be able to,” Shen Manting declared confidently. “Little Yue’er is the smartest kid I’ve ever seen. When September comes, he’ll probably be smarter than all the other kids.”

“Yeah,” Shen Luo’an concurred without much excitement, and replied offhandedly, “That’s what I think too.”

Shen Manting had a smile on her face. Having finished her food, she picked up her empty bowl and chopsticks and headed into the kitchen to wash them.

Shen Luo’an watched her back as she was busy in the kitchen, and his heart drowned in despair.

He sent Shen Zhilie a message on WeChat: Zhilie.

[Zhilie]: ?

[Shen Luo’an]: Little Manting is out.

Shen Zhilie was in the midst of packing his belongings, and when he saw the message, his heart dropped. Immediately, he asked: What’s the situation now?

[Shen Luo’an]: She’s pretending to be the adult Manting.

[Zhilie]: …

Shen Zhilie’s mind was in a mess.

What does Shen Luo’an words mean?

After a long while, he finally replied: Does she have any violent tendencies?

[Shen Luo’an]: Not at the moment.

[Zhilie]: Stay calm. Qianqian and I will be there tomorrow.

…

By the time Shen Luo’an put his phone away, Shen Manting had already emerged from the kitchen.

“What are you busy with?” Shen Manting asked casually as if she didn’t care much for the answer.

Shen Luo’an deleted his chat log and followed Shen Zhilie’s advice. Placing his phone down, he walked over to give her a hug, “I was just checking some information.”

“What sort of information?”

“How to decorate a happy home.”

Shen Manting blushed slightly and hugged him back. “Hm, let’s check that out together.”

“Come, let’s finish packing the room,” Shen Luo’an gave her a gentle peck on her forehead. “Little Manting was so mischievous. Why did she have to overturn the cabinet?”

An evasive look flashed across Shen Manting’s eyes as she replied, “Perhaps she was in a bad mood.”