The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy Chapter 1849 - Actual Grandmother

Chapter 1849: Actual Grandmother

When compared to his wife, no, Ding Junqi had no conscience.

When Le Tian saw her mother hang up, she instantly felt annoyed.

“Mom, when did I agree to be Ding Junqi’s a.s.sistant?” Le Tian screamed.

“Just now.” Le Tian’s mother smiled as she looked at her daughter. “The actress who is promoting the movie with Ding Junqi this time is called Lin Xuan. Oh, Mommy likes her too. Remember to ask for her autograph.”

Le Tian, “…”

‘Other than your daughter, you like everyone else, right?’ thought Le Tian disgruntledly.

Le Tian spent nights completing the model for his son, planning to bring it over to give him a surprise. What solidified her decision was Yu Dong’s words. After all, her son was only five years old. She was really worried about leaving him in someone else’s care.

In the past, she did not know, but now that she knew, how could she bear to leave her son in someone else’s care?

Yu Dong booked the flight tickets for her. He was afraid that she would leave the house too early, so he booked her a flight at half-past eleven in the morning so that she could leave at half-past eight.

Le Tian’s mother made quite a few of Yuejia’s favorite food and put them in a lunch box for Le Tian to bring over for Yuejia to eat. If he could not finish them, he could put them in the fridge and leave some for later.

Le Tian noticed that there was only a small spot left for Le Tian in her own luggage, enough only for her undergarments. “Mom, won’t I look crazy to bring so many lunch boxes over?”

“What do you know? Yuejia likes to eat them. Besides, children shouldn’t eat too often from packed meals or takeouts. It was exactly because I was busy when you were young and your father kept ordering takeout for you, that you didn’t grow any taller.” Le Tian’s mother had always despised her daughter’s height.

Le Tian, “…”

Le Tian’s father, “…”

The father and daughter looked at each other. Le Tian’s father waved his hand and said, “Go, go. Hurry up and leave. Otherwise, who knows what old scores your mother will bring back after this.”

Le Tian chuckled and snapped a picture of her suitcase. The focus was on her tiny little s.p.a.ce where she put the undergarments that she would have to wash and change.

‘This is the acute representation of love between the elderly and their grandchildren. He’s not even her actual grandson and my mother is already acting this way. What will I do in the future?’ Le Tian posted.

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Le Tian helplessly closed her suitcase and lifted it. It was really heavy.

When the man on the set saw her post on WeChat Moments, his lips curled into a smile.

Dramatic Best Actor: [How is she not his actual grandmother? She’s related by blood.]

Born Optimist: [Get lost—]

Hence, the man left happily.

When Ding Yuejia found out that his grandmother had prepared a lot of food for him, he instantly became as happy as a 200-pound monkey and kept circling backstage.

Indeed, Grandma loved him the most.

Le Tian’s arrival at the airport along with all her transportation was professionally arranged. It was clear that they were expecting her.

Le Tian, who flew in first cla.s.s for the first time, knew that she was about to enjoy life with her son.

However, the first-cla.s.s cabin did not seem to be making much of a difference to a short-legged person like her.

Waiting for the plane to take off, Le Tian planned to play games on her phone for a while. There was another benefit to flying first cla.s.s—there was a specially allocated s.p.a.ce for luggage. She could put down the model that she had been carrying around with her, or she was afraid she would break it.

While Le Tian was scrolling through Weibo, Best Actor Ding became a hot topic again.

The post said, ‘The Little Ruthless King says that I’m merely basking in his limelight. What do you think?’

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One of the pictures was from her WeChat Moments, and the other was a picture of her son excitedly spinning in circles.

Le Tian, “…”

What? What? What was going on?