After Divorce, I Became Pregnant With My Ex-Husband's Child

He's Allergic to Peanuts

In the morning, after arriving at the restaurant, Jiang Wan Yu led Dian Dian to pick food from the rows of self-service breakfast options.

After selecting their food, she found a corner table to sit at. However, not long after, Lin Yi Chen walked over with a clean plate and sat directly across from them without asking.

Jiang Wan Yu gave Lin Yi Chen a cold glance and spoke impatiently, “Mr. Lin, there are plenty of other seats here. You’re such a big shot; there’s no need to compete for seats with us women and children, is there?”

Lin Yi Chen’s face showed a wounded expression at her words which left Jiang Wan Yu completely bewildered.

“I know you really hate me right now, but at least I helped you yesterday. Can’t you have breakfast with me?” Lin Yi Chen said in a pitiful tone.

He truly felt like he deserved some sympathy. It had been four years, and this was the first time he sat at the same table with them, mother and child.

Jiang Wan Yu was used to Lin Yi Chen’s cold remarks and domineering attitude. If he acted the same as usual, she wouldn’t eat breakfast with him. However, now that he was showing vulnerability she had never seen before, she couldn’t help but feel conflicted.

This was Lin Yi Chen, after all. The man who was known for his cold heart and indifference. Yet here he was, wearing such an expression.

Clutching the chopsticks tightly in her hand, Jiang Wan Yu hesitated for a moment but eventually said coldly, “Do as you please.”

She decided to let it go.

I don’t care anymore. He could sit wherever he wanted.

Anyway, she chose to ignore him completely.

Because Dian Dian was used to having Western breakfasts while abroad, Jiang Wan Yu picked up a sandwich for him. After cutting the sandwich into pieces, she handed a small portion to him.

Dian Dian took it eagerly and began eating it seriously.

Jiang Wan Yu started sipping her porridge while completely ignoring Lin Yi Chen.

Lin Yi Chen watched the mother and son eat, a satisfied look in his eyes. He then picked up an egg and was about to peel it to give to Dian Dian.

However, at that moment, Dian Dian suddenly said to Jiang Wan Yu, “Mom, my neck is itchy.”

Hearing this, Jiang Wan Yu immediately looked at Dian Dian’s neck. She saw that Dian Dian’s neck and cheeks were covered in a rash of red spots.

Jiang Wan Yu’s face changed, and she started to panic. Was it an allergy?

Lin Yi Chen, after glancing at the sandwich that Dian Dian was eating, suddenly stood up from his chair

In the next moment, he reached out with his long arms, picked up Dian Dian from his chair, and said to Jiang Wan Yu, “We’ll go to the hospital, he’s allergic to peanuts.”

The sandwich she had given Dian Dian contained peanut butter.

Damn it! He hadn’t noticed that.

In the past, Xu Wenjing, that wicked woman had tried to use this allergy to harm Dian Dian.

After hearing Lin Yi Chen’s words, Jiang Wan Yu also stood up hastily. Allergic reactions in children could be life-threatening.

Soon, Lin Yi Chen carried Dian Dian to the elevator.

Jiang Wan Yu quickly pressed the elevator button and then turned to check on Dian Dian’s condition.

Overseas, peanut butter wasn’t as popular as it was in China because many foreigners were prone to peanut allergies. So, sandwiches and similar foods were less likely to contain peanut butter.

While she had been abroad, she hadn’t bought peanut butter, so Dian Dian had never been exposed to peanuts. She had no idea he could be allergic to them.

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  1. AncientMillenial says:

    Certain Chinese stereotypes of foreigners are genuinely hysterical. I assure you, peanut butter is not more popular in China than it is in America, regardless of peanut allergies.

  2. jimmi says:

    Lol.. this is ridiculous
    Anyway she’s going to go back to him, isn’t she. Sighs.

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