Parents' Love: My Childhood Sweethearts with Jiang Weidong

Five years later.

"Brother, where's my little star-shaped rubber band?!"

"Oh dear, I can't find that pink dress either!"

"Dad, come quick! My hair is all tangled and it hurts so much!"

Downstairs, Jiang Weidong sat on the sofa reading the newspaper. Listening to the tinkling noises from upstairs, his brow twitched. He glanced at his wrist, sighed helplessly, and prepared to stand up.

Looking at Xiao Taiyang, who was studying the airplane model with a serious expression, Jiang Weidong raised an eyebrow and reached out to ruffle his meticulously styled hair. "Your sister is calling you. You can't stand idly by."

Little Sun frowned as she fixed her hair, complaining, "Dad, what are you doing? I finally got this style done."

Jiang Weidong was exhausted. Both of his children had inherited Lin Wangshu's vain habit. They would never leave the house until they were dressed to their satisfaction. Little Xingxing upstairs had been fussing over it for an hour.

"Why are you dressing up so nicely, you grown man?" Jiang Weidong scolded him with a stern face, then looked at his watch, "We're going to pick up your mother in a bit, and then we're going to help your grandparents move."

"It's almost too late! Hurry up and help your sister, or when will we be able to leave the house?"

Little Sun reluctantly stood up, muttering, "She was the one who kicked me out."

After straightening his clothes, he sighed like a little adult and slowly walked upstairs.

Jiang Weidong was anxious seeing his leisurely pace, so he bent down, picked him up, and ran upstairs quickly.

"Let go of me, I don't want you to hold me!" Little Sun's face turned red as he kicked and struggled. He felt that he had grown up and was no longer a little child who couldn't walk.

Jiang Weidong patted his butt casually, "You brat, you even sprayed perfume on, you don't look like a man at all."

After being put down, Little Sun glared at him angrily, "I'm not a man, I'm still a little boy, that's what my mother said."

Then she glanced at him with her eyes and said, "You smell so bad, Mom will definitely dislike you. Be careful she doesn't want you anymore."

Jiang Weidong laughed in exasperation and lightly kicked him with his toe. "Impossible, your mother likes me the most in our family."

Little Sun was kicked and staggered, daring not to speak out in anger, clutching his buttocks and muttering something under his breath.

When Jiang Weidong opened the door to Xiaoxing's room, he could hardly bear to look at her. "Good girl, you're destroying the house!"

Little Star stood on the bed, surrounded by clothes scattered all over the floor. Seeing them, she scratched her messy hair and said, "Dad, please help me, I can't find my hair tie."

Looking at the similar-looking hair ties on her desk, Jiang Weidong didn't understand. "Aren't those all the same? Can't I wear any of them?"

Little Star stomped her foot, "Oh dear, that's different. The one I want is Little Star's. That one is the prettiest. I want to take it to see my mom."

Jiang Weidong had no choice but to bypass the various little skirts on the ground and find her a hair tie with a little star on it.

After searching for a while without finding it, Jiang Weidong realized that time was running out, so he suggested, "How about we wear different ones today?"

Little Star was unhappy and plopped down on the bed, rolling around and throwing a tantrum, saying unreasonably, "No, I want to wear that!"

Her voice was shrill and sharp, giving Jiang Weidong a headache, but he couldn't hit her or scold her, so he could only helplessly rub his temples.

"Jiang Baiyu!"

With a stern shout, Little Star's crying stopped abruptly. Looking at her brother's serious face, she only dared to sob softly.

The little boy adopted the airs of an older brother and scolded, "Stop fooling around! We're about to leave, and you're not ready yet. What if Mom gets impatient?"

Little Star was scared. She rubbed her eyes and gradually stopped crying. She peeked at her brother's face through her fingers and said weakly, "Then I don't know what to wear."

Little Sun randomly picked a white dress from the bed, "This one."

Little Star reluctantly took it. She thought it was ugly, but she didn't dare to say so. She could only point to her hair and say pitifully, "And my hair is tangled."

"Come here, I'll comb your hair." Little Sun picked up the comb she had thrown on the ground and, imitating her mother, slowly combed through her tangled hair.

Then she softened her voice, "Why don't you take your time? Who told you to be in such a hurry?"

Seeing that her brother was no longer angry, Little Star pouted and said in a spoiled tone, "I have too much hair, and I'm so small, I can't reach it at all, of course I'm anxious!"

Seeing his son defuse the crisis so easily, Jiang Weidong breathed a sigh of relief and slowly left the room. He needed to go downstairs to pack up and prepare to leave.

Sitting in the car, Little Sun sat upright, but Little Star couldn't sit still and peered out the window, excitedly asking Jiang Weidong, "Dad, are we going to where Mom is filming?"

Jiang Weidong nodded in agreement: "Yes, she finished filming today, and we're taking her to her grandparents' house."

"Yay!" Little Star cheered, looking very excited.

Jiang Weidong knew what she was thinking and chuckled, "You're not allowed to get out of the car for a while. Just stay in the car and wait there obediently."

Little Star immediately became unhappy and protested strongly, "I don't want to! I want to go with you to pick up Mommy!"

Even Little Sun frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Jiang Weidong glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "You're on the staff's blacklist. They said this is a restricted filming location, Jiang Baiyu, stay away."

"Who told you to cause trouble in the dressing room last time? It's all your fault." Little Sun remembered the trouble her younger sister had caused last time and gave her a reproachful look.

Little Star lowered her head dejectedly and snorted, "I didn't do it on purpose, they're so stingy."

Jiang Weidong shook his head helplessly. His daughter had inherited his mischievous genes, and her naughtiness was even greater than his and his older brother's when they were young.

Last time I went to film a movie with Lin Wangshu, she was playing quietly in the dressing room without making a sound.

The staff praised her for being well-behaved and sensible, but when they opened the dressing room door again, they found that she had ruined all the cosmetics on the table.

She not only painted her face with a big mess, but also smeared lipstick, eyeshadow, and other cosmetics all over the mirror and the floor.

The makeup artist nearly fainted on the spot, but Lin Wangshu quickly pulled her aside to apologize and promised to bear all the losses.

From then on, even though Little Star was the boss's daughter, the staff showed her no respect and resolutely refused to let her come to the filming set.

When they arrived, Jiang Weidong parked the car under the shade of a tree and said to them before leaving, "Mom and Dad will be back soon, be good."

Little Star responded weakly, but Little Sun nodded earnestly, "Don't worry, Dad, I will take good care of my little sister."

Jiang Weidong was relieved, but when he arrived at the filming location after being given directions, his face quickly darkened.

Lin Wangshu was bending over to look at the footage that had just been filmed when a man dressed in a Republic-era suit put one hand in his pocket and lightly patted Lin Wangshu's buttocks with the other.