After Bai Tingfeng's auction, planning for the pseudo-commercial ad began under Chairman Mao's lead. Shen Yuan, however, kept his distance, claiming he was too busy preparing Yanyan for school.
The excuse worked perfectly. Everyone had seen how hands-on he was with his son. What they didn't know was that this was really Chairman Mao and Bai Tingfeng's way of shielding the pregnant celestial fox spirit from stress.
Was Shen Yuan happy with this setup? Honestly, he didn't care. The first weeks of his pregnancy felt like someone had slammed on the accelerator. He slept half the day away, ate like a starved beast when awake, and his moods swung around like a carousel gone rogue.
One moment, he was cheerful and lively. Next, he was sulking or snapping.
For heaven's sake. He had never minded that Yangyang the panda ate like a slob, but now the sound of bamboo crunching made him want to flee the house.
