Limited Time Hidden Marriage

After roughly discussing the arrangements for the ceremony, Wen Churan followed the Secretary-General downstairs and happened to meet Sheng Zhixun coming in from outside the Presidential Palace.

The secretary-general said from the side, "Mr. Sheng has been at the funeral home these two days."

He had not been seen in the past two days, and Wen Churan had already guessed his whereabouts.

It had only been two days, but he had lost a lot of weight. He must have been too sad and couldn't eat or sleep well.

Sheng Zhixun came directly in front of her and stopped. The secretary-general wisely made an excuse and left.

Wen Churan felt a little distressed when he saw that he was mentally bald. Before he could speak, he heard him ask first, his voice hoarse and weak.

"Fourth sister-in-law, have you agreed to let Little Milk Tank succeed Fourth Brother as president?"

"Um."

Sheng Zhixun suddenly became a little at a loss, holding the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands, as if he was struggling with something.

Wen Churan could see something strange about him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

I saw him lowering his head, like a child who had done something wrong, mumbling with no confidence, "Sister-in-law Fourth, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said you were cruel that day, I was just in a hurry..."

It turned out to be for this kind of thing.

Wen Churan let out a long sigh, patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay, I didn't take it seriously."

"Thank you, fourth sister-in-law, for your willingness to make sacrifices for fourth brother."

Wen Churan gave a wry smile, "What's there to thank you for?"

She was just repaying him for the sacrifices he had made for her.

"You go have a meal and get some sleep first." Wen Churan looked at Sheng Zhixun and warned softly, "If you continue like this, you will collapse from exhaustion."

Sheng Zhixun nodded.

The next day, the custom-made dress was delivered to the Presidential Palace, and Wen Churan took it to try on the little milk can.

The little milk tank said that she disliked it, "It's so ugly, and it's so uncomfortable to wear."

Wen Churan coaxed softly, "Only wear it for one day, no... just wear it for a few hours. Just hold on."

"Mom, will I be the president of country V from now on?" Little Milk Tank suddenly asked.

Wen Churan answered while helping him adjust his sleeves.

"Then...does everyone have to listen to me?"

"What? A little brat wants to abuse his power?" Wen Churan patted the little milk can's butt.

Little Milk Pot pouted, "Then I can't be the president for nothing, otherwise what's the difference between me and cheap labor..."

"You kid, you really know how to care about everything, and you can't bear any loss."

The dress is a small suit, tailor-made for Little Milk Tank. The design is unique but not exaggerated. When worn on Little Milk Tank, it instantly enhances his temperament and makes him look like a noble little prince. He is so handsome. The whole person seemed to be sparkling.

Wen Churan led him to the mirror, smiling from ear to ear, and his words of praise were pouring out like the sea.

"Look! Look! Whose little prince is this?"

"He is so handsome. He is indeed my son. He has completely inherited my excellent genes."

Gu Nanpei pushed open the door and walked in. When he saw Gu Nanpei, his eyes filled with love.

"Wow! The little milk jugs are so handsome! As a sister fan, I'm almost turning into a girlfriend fan!"

The little milk jug glanced at Gu Nanpei speechlessly, "Pull it down, you're just a fan of auntie!"

Gu Nanpei came closer and pinched the cheek of the little milk bottle, "Grandma fan is also willing."

Wen Churan slapped Gu Nanpei on the head, "Tell me, who are you trying to take advantage of?!"