The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy - Chapter 1852

Chapter 1852: The Time For The Cocktail Party Was Confirmed

Ding Junqi, “…”

‘Son, are you trying to scare your father to death?’

Le Tian, “…”

‘Son, are you trying to scare your mother to death?’

‘Was that sudden northeastern accent intended to make your parents die a sudden death from laughter?’

Ding Yuejia dashed to Le Tian’s side like a little monkey. With his little head raised, he asked, “Where’s the delicious food Grandma brought me?”

Le Tian, “…”

He was so excited to see her because of the delicious food.

“I’ve left the food in the hotel room, but take a look at what’s this?” Le Tian said as she squatted down and handed the bag to Ding Yuejia.

With a curious ‘yeeee’, Ding Yuejia took out the box from the bag.

Ding Junqi watched the interaction between the mother and son from a distance. To be honest, before he was two years old, Ding Yuejia rarely spoke and barely interacted with anyone. Even when Ding Junqi, as a father, personally kept Ding Yuejia at his side, it didn’t have much effect. It was only when he saw Le Tian that he slowly opened up.

It was true that mothers and their children were connected by the heart.

“Wow—my fighter jet,” Ding Yuejia exclaimed. He turned around and looked at Ding Junqi. “Daddy, look, my fighter jet.”

Ding Junqi liked how aptly his son was acting. Therefore, after his son called him, Ding Junqi walked over.

“Thank you, Teacher Le, for coming to help me despite your busy schedule,” Ding Junqi said insincerely.

Le Tian reciprocated with an insincere smile while Ding Junqi smiled elegantly.

Le Tian held one of Ding Yuejia’s small hands that were busy fiddling with his fighter jet, and said, “Let’s go. The delicious food Grandma made for you is in your room. Teacher will bring you there.”

“Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!” Ding Yuejia said excitedly. He held his new object of interest in one hand and held his mother’s hand in the other. He had completely forgotten who his father was. This was no longer important.

After watching the mother and son leave, Ding Junqi turned around and asked if there was anything else. If there was nothing else, he would want to return to the hotel.

Before Ding Junqi could leave, the director hurriedly called out to him, “Junqi, there’s a celebration party tonight for you to attend to celebrate our viewing rates of 1.5 billion.”

After three days of screening, breaking through to 1.5 billion views was quite a feat.

However, Ding Junqi did not really want to participate. After all, Le Tian was here, and he wanted to accompany them even more.

However, this was work.

“Okay, I’ll go change my clothes first. I’ll come over later,” Ding Junqi responded and turned to leave.

On the way back to the hotel room, Ding Junqi received Mo Fei’s call.

“The cocktail party is scheduled for next Friday, I see. Sure, I’ll be done by next Friday. I can go back.” Ding Junqi had always doted on his younger sister. “Has Qian Yikun helped you? If he’s busy, I still have a few friends. I’ll get them to help you then.”

“No need. Mu Dong has already settled everything for me. I’m just asking if you have time.”

“My younger sister is going to take over the company, so how can I not have time for that?” Ding Junqi smiled and replied, “Mu Dong is great. With him helping you, there’s no need for me to worry anymore. It’s just Eldest Uncle and Aunt’s family. Are you going to invite them?”

“Of course. I want them to see who’s in charge of the Ding family now.” Mo Fei’s smug voice came through the phone.

Ding Junqi really liked his younger sister’s personality. Neither he nor Ding Junhui could achieve that, so they would rather listen to their father’s advice and avoid the business world.

However, they had forgotten that doing so would not have any effect—it would only allow those horrible people to do worse things.

“Alright,” Ding Junqi said. He stopped at the room number that Yu Dong texted. “I’ll be back next Tuesday. I’ll help you prepare then,” Ding Junqi replied and pressed the doorbell.