Your Little Ones Are Stirring Up Trouble, Mr. Zhan!

Chapter 20: A Cup of Sweet Coffee

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Huh? Xiong Miao was a bit dazed, but she didn’t dare to delay. She returned to the desk, picked up the coffee, drank it in one gulp, then bowed slightly to Zhan Yeling, gave a quick nod, and promptly walked out.

Phew…

Being in the same space with Zhan Yeling was truly a test of her heart’s endurance.

But, the coffee was quite sweet.

Xiong Miao smacked her lips, savoring the flavor.

Just now she was still a little dizzy, drinking coffee with sugar, a lot of sugar.

Her head had been a bit dizzy before, but after drinking the sweetened coffee, she felt much better.

She needed to find a restaurant to eat something first, then go to the company.

Health was the capital of revolution, she needed to be full to have the energy to work.

Just as she walked out of the Rich Corporation’s main door, Xiong Miao felt something was missing from her hand.

Right, where was her laptop and USB drive?

Without these two items, how was she supposed to work?

She had been so stupid to forget something as important as her laptop.

Perhaps when she fainted, it was left in Zhan Yeling’s office.

She had just escaped the tiger’s den, was she going to go back in?

No choice, it was her fault for being absent-minded.

With a determined look, Xiong Miao returned to the outside of Zhan Yeling’s office.

The office door was slightly ajar. She took a deep breath and was about to knock when the conversation inside made her hand freeze in mid-air.

“President Zhan, Old Master Zhan insists you must attend tonight’s banquet because Zhan Da Shao is returning.” Gu Yi respectfully reported to the man.

Initially, Gu Yi was also arranged by Old Master Zhan to be by Zhan Yeling’s side as his special assistant.

The old master’s purpose was to have Gu Yip monitor Zhan Yeling and report any happenings.

But after being with Zhan Yeling for a long time, Gu Yi gradually leaned towards his side.

So, Gu Yi didn’t become Old Master Zhan’s monitor, but rather a messenger.

“Is that so? Then I must go.” Zhan Yeling’s voice sounded, deep and chilly.

From outside, Xiong Miao could hear the coldness in Zhan Yeling’s tone.

“Ling Xiaoxiao has been pestering President Zhan these days. She wants to appear as your partner at the banquet tonight. How will you arrange it?” Gu Yi asked.

“The old man just wants me to be a puppet of the Zhan family. Ling Xiaoxiao is just the string that pulls the puppet. If I follow his wishes, I won’t be Zhan Yeling.” Zhan Yeling coldly sneered.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Yeling’s relationship with the Zhan family was so strained.

You could hear the hatred for the Zhan family in his words.

Xiong Miao had heard about Zhan Yeling’s bad relationship with the Zhan family. At first, she thought it was just a rumor. Now it seems, the rumor wasn’t unfounded.

Xiong Miao knocked on the door, not intending to interrupt their conversation, but her laptop was inside, and she needed to work tonight.

Her knock interrupted the conversation inside.

“Come in!” The man’s voice was tinged with displeasure.

“Sorry, President Zhan, I left my laptop here.” Xiong Miao pushed the door open, bowed, full of apologies, her gaze landing on her laptop on the coffee table.

She moved over, picked up her laptop, made an effort not to look into Zhan Yeling’s eyes, carefully stepped out, and closed the door behind them.

Immediately after, she fled into the elevator as if escaping.

“What went wrong?” Xiong Miao opened her laptop to discover that it was almost broken in half, with only a paper-thin component holding the display together.

“Oh my goodness, it picked the worst time to break down, it’s really trying to kill me,” Xiong Miao slapped her forehead in frustration.

With no other choice, she decided to get her laptop repaired.

After a sleepless night, even the strongest person would succumb to exhaustion. While her laptop was being repaired, Xiong Miao decided to go home to rest.

“Miao Miao, you’re back. The ones just fell asleep,” Su Mumu pointed to the toy room.

At this time every day, the little ones would start taking their naps after lunch.

“Yeah, I’m really lacking sleep, need to get some rest,” Xiong Miao said listlessly.

Su Mumu crumbled her face in worry, “Look at your dark circles, you’re turning into a real panda. You can’t keep working around the clock, your body won’t be able to take it. If you collapse, the little ones will have no one to depend on. How much are these capitalists paying you that you’re working yourself to death?”

Over the years, Xiong Miao had been tirelessly earning money, something Su Mumu knew all too well.

When Xiong Miao worked herself to the bone, it scared her.

“I won’t be as busy after the season’s release conference is over. Is there any food? I’m starving,” Xiong Miao said, removing Su Mumu’s hand and heading towards the kitchen. She found some of the children’s leftover food, scooped it into a bowl, and started eating.

“You don’t have to be so hard on yourself. I can make you some noodles,” Su Mumu said, distressed by the sight of her friend.

“No need, I need to save time to sleep.” She planned to sleep for a few hours, and by the time she woke up, her laptop should be repaired, and she’d have to get back to work.

After finishing her meal, she pushed open the door and saw her six childrens sprawled out in sleep. The Second child, Junjun, was lying face down, snoring softly with drool soaking his sheets.

As for the fourth child, Lele, he was half-awake, sucking on Junjun’s big toe as if nursing.

The fourth child, Mama, was tucked in a corner, her head resting on Qianqian’s stomach, looking like a little kitten.

Rolled onto the floor was the youngest, Baobei, still in his diaper, smacking his lips as if dreaming about something delicious.

Seeing such diverse sleeping positions, Xiong Miao couldn’t help but chuckle, her fatigue lessening significantly.

She took off her shoes, laid her six darlings properly on the bed, detached the little foot Lele was sucking on, and straightened Mama out.

Then, she lay in the middle of her little ones, smelling the sweet scent of baby milk powder and listening to their soothing breaths. Within seconds, she fell asleep.

Su Mumu closed the door for the family of seven.

Xiong Miao was dreaming, dreaming that a kitten was lying on her, licking her face.

The feeling was soft and wet.

In reality, her face was indeed being licked by something soft and wet, shocking her awake.

What met her gaze was a cute, rosy face, with dark, innocent, and sparkling eyes.

“Hehe, Mommy, I really like you,” the little girl with twin ponytails giggled.

“My dear, Mommy likes you too,” she said, realizing it was her youngest daughter, Xiong Baobei who was licking her.

Indeed, even a nap could surprise and delight her.

She gently lifted Xiong Baobei, who was resting on her, and tried to get up, but found herself unable to move.

She then realized that her waist was pinned down by two little chubby kids, and her legs were occupied by the children too. Junjun and Lele each clung to one leg, as if holding onto their treasured toys.

“My darlings, get up quickly. Mommy needs to get up and work,” said Xiong Miao.

“Mommy, don’t work. Stay with me,” Xiong Baobei whined pitifully.

“Mommy, how long will you work? Will we not be able to see you again?” Qianqian, the eldest child, asked in a soft voice, sitting in front of her.

Only then did Xiong Miao remember. Ever since she started working, she had been burning the midnight oil every day, only to come home when the children were already asleep. She had hardly spent any quality time with them in the last eight or nine days.

No wonder they were clinging to her so much now.

“My dears, be good. Once Mommy is done with this busy period, we’ll go out and play. When Mommy has earned money, I’ll buy toys for you all,” she said, acknowledging her lack of companionship and promising to make up for it with her time.

“Baby, don’t cry. Mommy will take us out to play when she finishes her work,” Xiong Baobei comforted herself while her eyes welled up with tears.