C18 Not Careful!

After Qi Wanwan was taken away, Wen Ruanruan's heart gradually calmed. She walked over to the bed and gently wiped the beads of sweat from Wen Sizhe's forehead. Since their parents passed away, Wen Ruanruan had watched Wen Sizhe become more withdrawn each day. He was just a teenager, yet he was caught up in these adult conflicts...

Wen Ruanruan felt a lump in her throat, her voice choked with emotion, "I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you."

Suddenly, a warm, reassuring hand rested on her shoulder. She turned to see Choo Liting's clear, handsome face, and for a moment, she felt a bit lost...

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In the days that followed, Choo Liting seemed to be swamped with work, and his meetings with Wen Ruanruan became less frequent. Fortunately, Tiantian was there to keep her company, so her days weren't too dull.

In the CEO's office, Choo Liting, dressed in a dark suit, was intently reviewing a contract. The sunlight fell perfectly on his profile, casting a golden glow on his already striking features.

At the door, Special Assistant Lin knocked, "Director Choo, the custom gold frame you ordered has arrived."

Special Assistant Lin was quite curious about what kind of artwork could prompt Choo Liting to spend a fortune on having an Italian craftsman personally create a custom gold frame.

When Special Assistant Lin saw Director Choo pull a crumpled ten-dollar bill from his wallet, his jaw nearly hit the floor.

Director Choo's expression remained unchanged as he carefully placed the bill into a photo frame, smoothing out the edges before setting it prominently on his desk like a prized possession.

"Director Choo... what is this about?" Lin asked, bewildered. He had never seen Choo use cash before. His spending usually started in the thousands, so why was he treating a ten-dollar bill like a treasure?

Director Choo's lips curled into a slight, pleased smile. "The significance of a wedding gift, something a bachelor like you wouldn't understand."

Lin felt a pang of emotion. Director Choo! That was a bit harsh!

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Before they knew it, the preliminary round of the Brooklyn Art Competition had begun. Early in the morning, Wen Ruanruan gathered her things and took Tiantian to the event.

Even though she had been married to Choo Liting for some time, Wen Ruanruan had never touched the credit card he gave her for daily expenses. She was used to being self-reliant.

Dressed in a simple white dress with her lightly curled brown hair, she looked like a serene lily, naturally drawing people's admiration.

Tiantian, who rarely went out, couldn't hide her childlike curiosity at the new sights. As she bounced around, she accidentally bumped into another girl participating in the competition.

"Sorry!" Tiantian exclaimed, her voice full of regret.

A girl let out a loud "Ouch!" and her angry voice was deafening: "Where did this clueless brat come from? Are you blind? How dare you bump into me!"

Tiantian stood there, looking helpless and too embarrassed to lift her head, clearly feeling guilty.

Wen Ruanruan frowned with displeasure, stepping forward to shield Tiantian. Her tone was slightly annoyed as well: "She didn't do it on purpose and has already apologized. Please be more polite."

The girl crossed her arms arrogantly, her face full of unwarranted pride: "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that? This is a competition, not a daycare. If you're here to give your kid a learning experience, step aside, country bumpkin!"