At this moment, on the beach.
The little girl was spinning her arms like a windmill, trying to hit the only target within her reach.
But unfortunately, her head was being held by Ren, making it impossible for her to reach him. She was just wasting her energy.
Ren gave her a gentle push, and the little girl stumbled and sat down on the sand.
"Heh heh~~" Ren chuckled as he looked down at the girl. "You think you can take on your dad? That's impossible!"
The girl, puffing out her cheeks in frustration, raised her tiny fists toward Ren.
"You're only bullying me because I'm still little!"
She shouted, "Thirty years East, thirty years West, don't underestimate a young girl!"
Ren teased, "But what if I do?" He bent down and flicked her on the forehead.
The little girl instantly covered her head and, without another word, got up to chase after Ren. "I... I'm going to fight you for real today!!!"
Jada watched Ren and the little girl playfully bickering, her eyes full of affection, feeling truly happy.
For her, a life filled with joy, with her family happy and together, was the best kind of life.
She couldn't help but think about how much of it was thanks to her husband.
After all, just a few years ago, her company was on the brink of collapse because they had lost their main talent. But thanks to her husband's hard work, he brought Picca Comics back to life. Every comic he created was a hit, receiving rave reviews online.
Not only that, her husband was also involved in the company's success in games, anime films, and TV shows. Each of these areas had a broad audience, especially the "Pokémon" IP, which was wildly popular both domestically and internationally, bringing in a significant amount of revenue for the company.
On top of all that, her husband remained devoted to her and their family. Unlike other men who, after gaining wealth, might indulge in lavish lifestyles, Ren was always at home, cleaning up and taking care of the kids.
Suddenly, Jada paused and started to do the math again in her head.
Creating stories, drawing comics, checking on filming progress in Guyuan, cleaning the house, taking care of the kids, preparing dinner...
Wasn't her husband doing a bit too much?
Just then, Ren's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Phew, getting old, huh? I'm not as fit as I used to be!"
Ren came over to Jada, panting slightly, twisting his neck, which made a cracking sound.
Earlier, he had dug out all the sand under the little girl's seat, causing her to fall into a sandpit. After being chased by her for a while, combined with the humid air and the blazing sun, Ren felt a bit dehydrated.
He grabbed a drink and gulped it down.
"By the way, aren't you tired?"
Out of nowhere, Jada asked him this question.
Ren paused mid-drink, then looked at her curiously. "Why would I be tired?"
Jada replied, "I mean, all the time you spend drawing comics and coming up with new stories. That must be exhausting, right?"
Ren laughed at her words. "What's tiring about that? You see, I can come up with story ideas easily. I just sketch out a few things and it's done. Back when I graduated and delivered food, that was tiring. Running around from dawn till dusk, getting complaints from picky customers—that was exhausting."
With that, Ren took another big swig of his drink.
"Is that so?" Jada nodded, looking at their daughter, who was now sulking and building sandcastles in the distance, while her thoughts wandered back to Ren.
Even though Ren said it wasn't tiring, Jada wasn't entirely convinced.
Since being together, her husband hadn't really taken a proper rest, had he? Sure, every day when she got home, he was always lounging around on his phone. But in reality, how much time did he actually spend resting?
As the owner of a comic company, Jada knew firsthand how mentally draining it was to come up with stories.
Otherwise, why would there be so many cases of artists being rushed to meet deadlines?
And yet, her husband was coming up with multiple stories, one after another, constantly creating content. While his body might not seem tired, his mind surely was.
On top of that, he was also handling household chores. There was no way he wasn't tired.
Suddenly, an idea came to Jada's mind—her husband had a thing for her legs. He always seemed to pay attention to them. Maybe she could give him a little reward?
"Hey, hubby, do you want a lap pillow?"
Swish!
Ren quickly set down his drink, his eyes lighting up. "What did you just say?"
"A lap pillow," Jada patted her thighs.
"..." Ren clicked his tongue, a bit confused.
Why was his wife suddenly offering him this in public?
If he had asked for it and she agreed, that wouldn't be strange. But her offering it out of the blue?
Naturally, Ren had to ask, "Why are you suddenly offering me a lap pillow?"
"Don't you want it?"
Jada didn't answer his question directly.
"I do!" Ren nodded eagerly, though he still glanced suspiciously at Jada. "It just seems a bit sudden."
"It's just that I realized you must be really tired, so as your wife, I should take care of you a little," Jada blinked. "But if you're not tired..."
As she spoke, Jada pretended to get up.
Ren immediately pressed down on her thigh. "I'm exhausted! Honey! Hurry up!"
"..." Jada glanced at Ren, who looked like a child who had just received a new toy. She started to wonder if she had misjudged things. Still, she sighed, pressing her legs together. "Alright then, go ahead."
Ren, grinning from ear to ear, found the perfect spot and lay down.
His head sank into Jada's soft thighs.
Though she wasn't wearing stockings, her smooth skin was still incredibly comfortable. After all, Jada had great skin.
His head rested on her plump thighs, his neck feeling the smooth texture of her skin.
He turned his body, resting his head against her belly. His cheek pressed against her soft skin, and he could smell the faint scent of her sunscreen. Ren couldn't help but take a deep breath, inhaling the aroma.
As he exhaled, Jada's body gave a small shudder, her face turning red. "Don't blow air, that tickles!"
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