The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

Wen Shan pulled Nalan Chunbo along and walked for a while to get away from that place.

Nalan Chunbo let Wen Shan pull him along, though his expression looked menacing because of Wen Shan’s denial earlier.

Nalan Chunbo couldn’t explain why he was feeling upset by Wen Shan’s denial.

Wen Shan let go of Nalan Chunbo’s arm after they were far from that place, and raised her right hand to her ear, palm out. “I swear that I didn’t arrange that, I swear.”

Wen Shan explained it so hastily, her face so troubled that Nalan Chunbo began to feel his gloominess subside.

“Okay,” said Nalan Chunbo simply and continued walking.

Okay?

What was okay?

Not understanding what Nalan Chunbo was trying to say, Wen Shan scratched her head in confusion.

“Wait for me, Papa Nalan!” Wen Shan hurried after Nalan Chunbo when she realized that he was already some distance away.

Wen Shan found Nalan Chunbo standing in front of a fancy seafood restaurant. She was running to keep up with Nalan Chunbo, and bumped into Nalan Chunbo’s back when she couldn’t stop in time.

“I am sorry, I am so sorry,” Wen Shan rubbed her nose and apologized, embarrassed. What was wrong with her today?

“This restaurant looks nice,” Nalan Chunbo said and entered the restaurant.

Wen Shan couldn’t keep up with Nalan Chunbo’s mind, but she was glad that her Papa Nalan actually said two sentences to her today. Such an improvement!

Wen Shen followed Nalan Chunbo into the restaurant smilingly.

Qingdao was known for its seafood. The restaurant was renovated to resemble the ocean, and the patrons were welcomed by a relaxing sight the moment they stepped into it.

It was just as if they were dining in the sea.

The patrons in the restaurant were mostly tourists, and the first thing that came to Wen Shan’s mind was that the food couldn’t be authentic. After all, tourist attractions were set up mostly for profit, and it was almost impossible to get authentic food at places like this.

By the time Wen Shan took a picture of the restaurant and sent it to her friend who lived in Qingdao for her opinion, Nalan Chunbo had already asked for a table for two and was sitting down.

“You have to listen to me, Papa Nalan. Places like this exist to suck money out of tourists,” Wen Shan sat at the table too and whispered to Nalan Chunbo.

“And I have got plenty,” said Nalan Chunbo with a straight face as he poured himself some water.

Wen Shan was speechless at Nalan Chunbo’s reply. Rich men like him were exactly why places like this existed.

“How about I take you to have some authentic food and you pay me the extra money that you were going to spend here?” Wen Shan grabbed Nalan Chunbo’s hand as he raised it to call the waiter.

Nalan Chunbo’s brows knitted and he looked perplexed, as if not understanding Wen Shan’s mindset.

“Not having authentic local food is as good as not having been to this city at all, I am serious,” Wen Shan looked at Nalan Chunbo and said earnestly.

But leaving a restaurant after already being seated was not Nalan Chunbo’s style. He would feel embarrassed by it.

Wen Shan looked around, then quickly grabbed Nalan Chunbo’s hand and ran out of the restaurant. “See, you don’t feel so embarrassed this way,” said Wen Shan with a smile, and her smile got wider when she received a reply from her friend.

Nalan Chunbo didn’t know what to say. She pulling him away from the restaurant didn’t make him feel any better, and she seemed like the only person who didn’t feel embarrassed by it.

But they had left the restaurant anyway, so he supposed he could do what Wen Shan suggested and have the authentic local foods of Qingdao.

Thinking that way, Nalan Chunbo didn’t get angry at Wen Shan for making that decision.

Wen Shan silently heaved a sigh of relief when Nalan Chunbo didn’t seem to be angry at her. She really wouldn’t know what to do if he did.