Starting Out with a Celebrity Wife

A chubby little pink foot suddenly kicked him in the face, causing Yu Zhile, who was napping, to grumble impatiently, “What are you doing!” Instinctively, he raised his hand, as if swatting at a mosquito buzzing about his ear, and without any conscious thought, landed a slap—right on his own face.

A sharp smack! The sensation was bouncy and soft…

Almost like slapping tofu?

Then, a wail erupted!

The piercing cry jolted him wide awake!

Yu Zhile sat up abruptly, utterly stunned.

Whose child is this?

And why is it on my bed?

Bed?

Wait—damn! This isn’t my bed at all!

Since when did my college dorm have such a spacious and comfortable bed?

“Waaah…”

The baby’s loud, insistent wailing made it impossible for Yu Zhile to calmly process this bizarre situation.

He sat on the bed, staring at the little one crying from the sting of his accidental slap on her tiny foot. Her mouth opened wide with every sob, revealing two newly sprouted pearly teeth below—she must be six or seven months old.

Yu Zhile racked his brain…

He remembered staying up late composing, then collapsing onto his bed to sleep.

Something hit his face, he reflexively swatted it away, then he was startled awake by this shrill crying!

So, after falling asleep, did some heartless scoundrel bring me here?

He lifted his shirt for a quick check.

Thank goodness—his kidneys were still there!

So who had brought him here? And for what purpose?

Could this be a campus kidnapping?

But he wasn’t some ri