President's Substitute Wife novel Chapter 286

What the teacher said embarrassed me.

What’s more, I had to fill in the father’s birthday, work place, blood type and so on. I didn’t know.

I could only call Ming.

When I asked Ming about his birthday, he told me it was November 13th.

I realized it was Ming’s birthday a few days later!

If I didn’t fill in the form today, I didn’t know about it at all.

When I was about to pay my tuition, the teacher told me that Ming had already paid it.

This was a private kindergarten. The tuition was nearly five thousand dollars a semester.

I couldn’t help but wonder, “how long did he pay?”

The teacher turned over the records and said, “he paid for the rest of the year and a half.”

“...”

Now that he had paid, I couldn’t ask the teacher to refund his money.

I thanked the teacher and went out to find Lester.

This kindergarten had a small indoor ocean ball playground. While I was filling in the form, Lester and several other children were playing in it.

After I went out, I saw Lester and two children queuing up to play on the slide and they had a very good relationship.

When I called him, Lester and the children were inseparable.

I was immediately relieved.

In the evening, Ming took Lester out to dinner after work.

Sceaux was a small place without many fast food, so this time Ming asked Lester what he wanted to eat, and Lester said without hesitation, “I want to eat pizza.”

Ming loved Lester so much that he agreed.

After that, Lester went to the playground to play and catch dolls. Ming didn’t turn him down.

When Ming caught dolls for Lester.

His skill was terrible. He spent fifty dollars but failed.

I was a little upset and said, “forget it. We can buy one.”

Ming shook his head. “No, Lester wants it. How can I let him down? It shows that I’m useless.”

In the end, it cost him eighty dollars to succeed.

When that doll fell out of that hole, Lester jumped up happily!

He took the doll out from below and held Ming in his arms and said, “thank you, uncle Jessop. Uncle Jessop is the best!”

Lester was happy and adored him. I finally understood Ming’s intention.

He was preparing to be Lester’s father.

I didn’t have a children’s room. Lester slept with me at night.

As I coaxed him to sleep, Lester put his arm around my neck and asked me, “Mom, is Uncle Jessop going to be my dad?”

I was stunned.

Were children so sensitive?

I asked him, “do you want Uncle Jessop to be your dad?”

Lester tilted his head and thought for a while and said, “Lester wants my own dad to be my dad.”

“Your own dad?”

“Yes, my own dad.” Lester blinked and looked at me. “Mom, everyone else has a dad. Don’t I have a dad? Uncle Jessop is great, but Uncle Jessop is not Lester’s dad.”

I knew what Lester meant.

Ming was not his dad.

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