Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

“After all, she’s only five years old…” Doctor Li shook his head in disapproval.

For a long time, Doctor Li had been Cheng Qingyun’s personal doctor. Even the medicine that could induce angina in a short period of time was provided by Doctor Li.

Cheng Qingyun narrowed her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. “If you don’t help Me, you can leave at any time.”

Doctor Li sighed and did not say anything else. He left the ward with the medical equipment.

Cheng Qingyun, who was deep in thought, was left behind.

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On Monday morning, Gu Manxi was going to the studio to take promotional photos. Zhao Yan and Lin Xiaozhou had their own matters to attend to. The task of sending Chuchu to kindergarten was originally given to Nanny Zhao, but someone intervened and took the initiative to take the job.

“I’ll send Chuchu to kindergarten. Don’t worry,” Song Chen said with a smile.

Gu Manxi glanced at this person unhappily.

Why hadn’t she noticed before that Song Chen had a face that was comparable to a bulletproof vest?

Gu Manxi didn’t plan to continue her relationship with Song Chen for the time being, but Song Chen came every now and then to brush up on his presence and even used the excuse of “making up for the lack of fatherly love” as an excuse.

It was guilt-tripping at its finest.

Gu Chu carried the Peppa Pig backpack on her back, tied two fluffy ponytails, and wore cute children’s clothing. She was also there to support her father. “Mommy, don’t worry. Chuchu will study hard today and improve every day.”

Gu Manxi rubbed her daughter’s cute little face and sent Gu Chu to Song Chen’s car.

Before Song Chen left, he suddenly changed the topic and said to Gu Manxi in a serious tone, “Manxi, I’m lost.”

Gu Manxi was a little confused. “You’re lost?”

Song Chen said in a serious tone, “That’s why you should give me directions to your heart.”

I’m Lost. Can you give me directions to your heart?

Gu Manxi was speechless.

In the car, Gu Chu, who was wearing her seatbelt, rolled her eyes as well. Stupid Dad, can you please read less of those cheesy pickup lines? Those were just plain stupid, and she had no energy to ridicule them.

Song Chen happily got into the car and said goodbye to Gu Manxi. He then drove his precious daughter to kindergarten.

In the car, Gu Chu could not help but ask Song Chen, “Uncle Song, I heard from Mommy that you’re the big boss, and you’re very busy every day. But why do you have so much time to play with Chuchu?”

Song Chen took out the declaration of a successful father from his heart and taught his daughter, “Chuchu, time is like water in a sponge. As long as you’re willing to squeeze, there’s always more. I’m just using the time when other people are drinking coffee to send Chuchu to school.”

Good heavens, even Lu Xun’s famous words were used.

“Chuchu, study hard. Don’t let your mother work too hard. She has been too busy recently and has lost a lot of weight. Uncle Song will send someone to deliver some soup for her. Chuchu, make sure your mother finishes it, understand?” Song Chen began to educate Gu Chu.

Gu Chu: “… got it.”

President Song’s pursuit of his wife was quite real. There were no flowers, luxury cars, or yachts, only the care and concern for his beloved.

To a certain extent, Gu Chu liked the simple and unadorned care from her father. Gu Manxi did not need the glittering crown and diamonds. She needed to have a shoulder to rest on when tired.

They soon arrived at the kindergarten.

This was a very good private kindergarten in the capital. The entrance was bustling with luxury cars. Gu Chu had just gotten out of the car when a joyful call drifted over. The chubby boy at the same table ran over to hold Gu Chu’s hand. “Chuchu, Chuchu, good morning. I brought a sweet cake made by my auntie for Chuchu to eat.”

Song Chen’s head went black!

Where did this brat come from? How dare he hold my daughter’s hand?!