The Wife Is A Superstar 7

Chapter 1389 I Can't Take it Anymore

Mao Qiu's bad mood worsened after listening to her friends. She could indeed imagine Donghwi doing precisely what they said—forcing her to acknowledge his bastard son and make the child his official heir. Although she didn't think she had any fertility issues, she wouldn't feel completely secure in her position as Donghwi's legitimate wife until she became pregnant. Only then would she feel less threatened by her husband's bastard child. So the need to conceive as soon as possible felt even more urgent now. After the friends finished being pampered at the spa, they headed to the next destination—the mall. Mao Qiu's friends decided that shopping therapy was the best solution to improve her bad mood. She agreed. They descended upon the brand-name luxury boutiques like hungry locusts. They almost cleaned out the shops' latest and most expensive items, earning envious gazes from fellow shoppers who couldn't afford to buy so many like them. Their shopping spree lasted until dusk. Then they headed to an upscale restaurant for dinner. They were in the middle of waiting for their orders when one of Mao Qiu's friends gasped. "Look there! Isn't that your husband, Qiu?"

All of them looked out of the restaurant's glass wall. They saw a familiar man carrying a little boy and walking in the mall's hallway. "Donghwi!" Mao Qiu recognized her husband right away. Her vision darkened at the sight of the child in his arms. There was no need to guess the child's identity. Wasn't it her husband's bastard son?

"Wow, the boy looks like Donghwi. No wonder he can't abandon his son."

Mao Qiu glared at her friend, who made the insensitive comment. She stood up and looked like she was heading for battle. Her friends immediately held her back.

"Girl, you can't make a scene here. We're in public!"

"Calm down first. Okay, Qiu? Your reputation in public is pretty bad right now. Don't make it worse."

"Fight with your husband later at home but not here in public.

Mao Qiu faltered. However, her fury continued to intensify and made her feel suffocated. If she didn't do anything to release her rage, she would definitely explode.

"He messaged me saying that he's busy catching up on work at the company, that's why he didn't yet have the time to personally pick me up at my parent's house. So he doesn't have the time to pick me up but has the time to spend the day with his bastard son at the mall?! Unforgivable!"

She continued dissing her husband to her friends. Of course, they sided with her and joined in dissing Donghwi and his bastard son regardless of their true thoughts about the matter.

They watched the father and son strolling in the restaurant section of the mall, probably looking for a place to eat dinner. Mao Qiu and her friends overlooked the civilian-clothed bodyguards following Donghwi and his son in various positions. For now, Mao Qiu listened to her friends and didn't rush to make a scene with her husband in public. She could not enjoy the dinner she ordered because all she thought about was confronting Donghwi. If it weren't for her friends stopping her, she would have already fought with her husband in front of everyone and maybe even hit his bastard son. The child was a big eyesore to her. She wanted to tear the bastard apart and make it disappear forever.

"Where do you want to eat, Little Jun?" Donghwi asked his son while showing him the restaurants. "Dad will let you eat whatever you want today."

They had a fun day earlier at the zoo. The weather was already starting to become cold, but it was just perfect for a family day trip. Not too hot, but not freezing either.

Little Jun enjoyed seeing and learning about the animals, especially the cute panda bears. After the zoo, they headed to the mall for dinner. Donghwi felt fulfilled seeing his son's happy smile. He watched as Little Jun looked around the restaurants before pointing at a popular fast-food restaurant. "Junjun want fwy chikin!"

Donghwi's gaze softened. "Alright, Little Jun. Let's eat fried chicken. I heard that kids like the gravy in that restaurant, too. Do you want to eat gravy with your chicken?"

"Eat Gwaby?" The child looked shocked and then horrified. "No, Dada! No eat Gwaby! Waaaah!"

Donghwo was startled by his son's reaction. Why was Little Jun crying all of a sudden? "Fine, we won't eat gravy with the chicken. Don't cry anymore, son.

Little Jun looked at him like he was some kind of a monster. "Nooooooo! No eat! Dada, no! Bad dada! Uwaaaaaaaaah!!!"

Donghwi was at his wit's end trying to calm down his crying son. He had no idea why Little Jun was suddenly throwing a tantrum like this. Then, he looked around and saw people staring at them. The situation made him panic.

"Alright, Little Jun. No gravy. We'll just eat the fried chicken, okay? Don't cry anymore."

Unfortunately, his son continued crying and calling him "bad dada". He was embarrassed at all the unwanted attention they were getting. He was about to carry off his son to a place with fewer people when one of the female disguised bodyguards following them approached. She then explained why Little Jun reacted like this at the mention of gravy. Donghwi finally understood.

So it turned out that this was Jennie's fault all along. He never expected that her terrible naming sense would continue until this day. A dog named Gravy?

What on earth was she thinking? Had she been always hungry when choosing names for pets?

And now Little Jun was confused because of her!

How terrible!

Donghwi gritted his teeth and cursed Jennie inside his head. However, he didn't dare criticize his half-sister aloud in front of his son. Jennie and Lisa were Little Jun's godparents. He knew how close his son was to the married couple. If he badmouthed Jennie and Lisa to Little Jun, it would only backfire on him. His son might end up hating him if he did that. He couldn't afford to give Hoyeon any reason to take away his current visitation rights for their son. Regardless of how everything would turn out in the future, he was determined to keep this son. Just imagining a future of him and his son alienated from each other was enough to make his heart hurt. For this reason, he could only keep his opinions about Jennie to himself in front of his son. The female bodyguard helped Donghwi coax Little Jun. Finally, the child stopped crying. Donghwi carried his son to another fast food restaurant, afraid that Little Jun might cry again if he saw a damn gravy. Unbeknownst to them, Mao Qiu and her friends saw everything from inside one of the restaurants. The friends couldn't hear what the father and son were talking about. They concluded that the child was acting spoiled and throwing a tantrum in public to get what he wanted from his father. Mao Qiu gnashed her teeth. She had never seen such a gentle and doting expression on her husband's face. She didn't know that he could even produce such an expression! How hateful!

And who was that impertinent woman just now?

So many sluts circling around her husband. If she took her eyes off him for even a second, he might produce another bastard child with a different slut under her nose! There was no way in hell that she would stay silent and act like a tolerant wife like so many in their circles. She refused to act like a martyr and turn a blind eye to her husband keeping a mistress and a secret family behind her back. No way!

"The woman is just a passerby," her friend said. "Look, she went away after helping stop the child from crying."

"No, look again. The woman is following Donghwi and his bastard. She's keeping her eyes on them."

"Why are you still surprised? Qiu's husband is one of the most handsome in our circles. Even when it was revealed that he has an illegitimate child, many young misses continued to target him, hoping that they would become the next Madam Kim. Only when he paired up with our Qiu did most of them give up. But there are still some remaining who want to become a mistress. So you better be careful, Qiu."

"I can't take it anymore!" Mao Qiu stood up and rushed out of the restaurant before any of her friends could react. They chased after her, but she was already beyond stopping. Mao Qiu barrelled through the strolling shoppers and earned several nasty complaints, but she ignored them all. She closed in on her target—the woman following her husband like a disgusting stalker.

"You slut!"