After Returning Home, the Female CEO Actually Gave Me a Daughter Section 32

The last time he came, it was sudden and urgent, so Tang Chen had walked in wearing only his socks.

Now that winter had set in, even though the villa had underfloor heating unlike ordinary apartment buildings, walking barefoot on the floor could still easily lead to catching a chill.

"There's never been a man in this house, so there are only women's slippers."

Shen Qingyan pursed her rose-petal-like lips and said.

Turning around, she slipped off her high heels, revealing feet no bigger than a palm, delicate as jade, and stepped into a pair of slippers.

Tang Chen's gaze flickered over Shen Qingyan's flawless feet, unadorned by nail art, before he too put on the women's slippers.

"Pfft!"

Shen Qingyan turned back and couldn't help covering her face with a laugh.

Tang Chen's size 44 feet squeezed into Shen Qingyan's size 36 pink slippers, with most of his heels hanging out.

The sight was absurdly amusing for no clear reason.

"Mom, what are you laughing at?"

Tang Yao, who had already changed her shoes and reached the living room, heard Shen Qingyan's laughter and ran back again.

And when she saw Tang Chen wearing Shen Qingyan's slippers, She covered her mouth with her little hands and burst out laughing too: "Giggle, giggle, giggle, Dad, why are you wearing Mom's slippers..."

Looking at the mother and daughter he had amused, Tang Chen smiled too.

He walked over and ruffled Tang Yao's head: "It's because Mom's feet are so small, and Dad's feet are so big!"

"Dad, I have an idea!"

Tang Yao's eyes suddenly lit up...

"Hahahaha!"

Before long.

Two loud laughs rang out from the villa.

Watching Tang Chen's heels stuck to another pair of slippers with tape, Tang Yao doubled over laughing, rocking back and forth.

Shen Qingyan also couldn't help laughing until her eyes curved.

Since the Shengtang Group was founded, when had Tang Chen ever been laughed at?

But seeing the happy mother and daughter and his own awkward state, Tang Chen couldn't help laughing too.

In that getup, Tang Chen walked into the living room, and it took a while for the little girl's laughter to die down, but every time the mother and daughter caught sight of Tang Chen's feet, they still couldn't hold back their giggles.

As evening fell.

Tang Yao, tired from laughing, patted her belly and looked at Shen Qingyan and Tang Chen with pleading eyes, asking, "Mom, Dad, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

Knowing she was hungry and asking to be fed, Shen Qingyan smiled and lightly patted her head: "Mom will cook."

"Yay! I haven't had Mom's cooking in so long!"

Tang Yao clapped and cheered with joy.

Shen Qingyan sighed.

Yeah.

Ever since the crisis hit the Shen Group, she hadn't cooked for Tang Yao in a long time...

"Just wait!"

Shen Qingyan picked up an apron and tied it around her waist, accentuating her slender waist even more. Her long hair was tied back, revealing her full, stunning face—the perfect picture of a charming chef.

"Dad! You're in for a treat!"

Tang Yao lay on the sofa and leaned in close to Tang Chen: "Mom's cooking is super delicious!"

"Then I'll have you to thank for that!"

Tang Chen pinched her chubby little cheek, mimicking Tang Yao's tone.

"Hey, Dad, stop it, don't copy how I talk!"

Tang Yao put her hands on her hips and pouted angrily.

Tang Chen couldn't help laughing and stood up from the sofa.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Dad's going to see if Mom needs any help!"

"Oh!"

Tang Chen headed toward the kitchen.

Shen Qingyan had already taken out the ingredients and started chopping.

But after a long period without exercise, suddenly bending over to cut things made her back ache faintly, and she couldn't help furrowing her brows.

"Need some help?"

Tang Chen walked into the kitchen and saw Shen Qingyan's slightly pained expression, his own brows knitting together. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, it's just that I haven't cooked in a long time. Suddenly bending over, my back feels a bit sore."

Shen Qingyan shook her head with a smile. "An old problem."

An old problem?

A twenty-five-year-old woman.

Where would she get an old problem like that?

Without even thinking, it had to be from Yaoyao's birth—the long-term strain over these past five years...

Tang Chen reached out and took the knife from Shen Qingyan's hand.

Shen Qingyan looked at him in surprise.

He took her wrist. "Come with me."

Shen Qingyan was even more puzzled, but she let him pull her along, out of the kitchen and over to the living room sofa.

"Lie down."

Tang Chen pointed at the sofa and said softly.

"?"

Shen Qingyan's face was full of question marks. A thousand thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, and her pretty cheeks inexplicably flushed a little. After a long silence, she still followed Tang Chen's instruction and lay down on the sofa.

Beside them, Tang Yao was also stunned.

Seeing Shen Qingyan lie down, she furrowed her light brows and said, "Dad, did Mom do something wrong? Are you going to spank her?"

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"Can you spank Yaoyao instead!"

"Yaoyao is willing to take the punishment for Mom!"

Looking at the little girl's utterly serious and adorable expression, Tang Chen laughed out loud and reached out to pinch her cheek. "What's going on in that little head of yours? How could Dad ever spank Mom?"

"Mom's not feeling well. Dad is helping Mom with a massage to ease it!"

With that.

Tang Chen walked over to Shen Qingyan's side and gently placed his hand on her back.

The moment his hand landed.

Shen Qingyan's body stiffened sharply.

Aside from Tang Yao, no one else had ever touched her—not even Xu Nan. Her pretty face, buried in the sofa, flushed bright red.

But...

Her blush wasn't just because of Tang Chen's hand; there was another reason.

When Tang Chen told her to lie down just now, her mind couldn't help drifting to some other thoughts...

So, it was just a massage.

And as a wave of comfort spread through her back, the nagging pain gradually faded, and Shen Qingyan grew increasingly astonished.

She knew an old woman.

That woman was an expert in orthopedics and pain management.

When she had examined Shen Qingyan, she said there was no underlying lesion.

The only solution was long-term exercise.

It couldn't be cured, so every time the pain started, she just had to endure it...

But Tang Chen had only been massaging her for a few minutes, and she already felt so much relief?