While waiting for the subway, Wu Ye approached Mingting, intending to sincerely apologize.
At this moment, a frantic voice rang out:
"Baby…!"
About ten meters behind them, a stroller was careening down the escalator, bouncing violently with each step.
Behind the stroller was a panicked young mother, who was carrying many things in her hands and chased after it in panic.
As the stroller tipped sideways, sending the baby inside flying into the air, Wu Ye and the passengers around her, who had no time to react, were so scared that their hearts almost jumped out.
At the critical moment, a gust of wind blew past as Mingting sprinted forward.
When the child was about to hit the ground, he lunged forward, grabbing the stroller with one hand and catching the child with the other.
The tiny, soft baby is completely unaware of the danger he had just escaped. He just blinked up at Mingting, blowing bubbles and giggling at him.
"What a brave little boy!"
Mingting steadied the stroller, tapped the baby's nose, and carefully placed the child back inside.
The young mother tearfully thanked Mingting repeatedly, but he just waved it off and turned to pick up the thermos and tulips he had dropped earlier.
Passengers who had witnessed the near-accident rushed to help gather the scattered flowers. Most of the flowers were still intact, but the thermos had a dent.
"Thank you…"
Mingting smiled and nodded in gratitude.
Seeing how handsome, kind, and polite the young man was, an enthusiastic auntie immediately asked if he was single.
In response, Mingting pulled out his marriage certificate from his pocket, which directly persuaded the enthusiastic aunt who wanted to be a matchmaker to give up. This straightforward behavior drew a burst of good-natured laughter from the crowd.
After entering the subway, Wu Ye finally got the chance to apologize to Mingting.
After understanding the situation and seeing how remorseful the girl looked, Mingting forgave her.
He even asked, "You made a bet with someone, right? Do you need my help?"
"Thank you, Male God! Can I take a photo of you? I'm the vice president of my school's photography club, and I am really good at taking photos!" Wu Ye's eyes sparkled.
'Immortal Brother is perfect… amazing personality, heavenly voice, and looks that speak for themselves. The only flaw is that he married too young.'
She could already imagine how humiliated her rival would be when Mingting's photo was revealed.
"Sure." Mingting held the tulip bouquet in the train car and let Wu Ye take a picture.
By the time Wu Ye wanted to thank Mingting again, he had already gotten off at his stop and disappeared into the crowd.
Wu Ye posted about the incident at the station along with the photo. Sharp-eyed netizens immediately noticed bloodstains on the flower wrapping.
After reading the comments from the netizens, Wu Ye realized Mingting had injured his hand while saving the baby.
Thinking of him speaking so kindly to her and letting her take a photo without the slightest impatience, Wu Ye was very moved.
"From now on, he's my officially recognized Male God!"
Mingting had no idea his small act of kindness had earned him a loyal fan. At this time, he was being scolded.
"How can someone your age still fall while walking? You're so careless!"
Shen Tinglan carefully disinfected Mingting's right hand.
The three gashes looked gruesome, but thankfully, they weren't too deep, otherwise, he'd need a tetanus shot.
"The flowers don't matter… what's important is that you're okay." Shen Tinglan bandaged Mingting's right pinky into a thick little club, "Don't use your right hand today."
"Tinglan, I am a man… I'm not that delicate. A small injury like this will heal in a couple of days."
Mingting proudly pulled out last night's work and presented it to Shen Tinglan like a trophy.
"What do you think of this set? I remember you like sapphires and pink diamonds, and you love flowers. Take a look at these..."
Mingting pulled Shen Tinglan into his arms and began explaining his designs.
Hearing that the 'wolf cub' had arrived at the company, Father Shen rushed over. The moment he entered the door, he saw his daughter and son-in-law being close to each other, with their heads pressed together.
He doesn't know what Mingting said, but Shen Tinglan's cheeks were red and there was a rare shyness in her eyes.
"Cough cough…"
Father Shen coughed twice. When Shen Tinglan saw her dad, she quickly stood up.
Caught red-handed by his father-in-law, Mingting didn't seem the least bit embarrassed. He just grinned and greeted him warmly, "Dad, you came at just the right time! There's something I'd like to ask for your advice on!"
"Oh? I happen to have time today."
Father Shen walked over to the desk and glanced at the jewelry design sketches. Despite himself, he felt a flicker of approval.
'This kid might be a wolf in sheep's clothing, but at least he's genuinely devoted to my daughter.'
However, as a principled father-in-law, it is impossible for him to easily let go of the person who kidnapped his daughter. Father Shen sent Shen Tinglan away as soon as he opened his mouth, "Manager Wang has some matters to discuss. Go handle them."
Seeing her father acting so childish, Shen Tinglan sighed helplessly, and gave Mingting a look of 'behave well' before leaving.
"Dad, I studied fine arts and I also have some interest in design. In addition to jewelry, I also know a little about fashion design. Of course, I'm just an amateur compared to you."
"These are some of my recent ideas. I'd appreciate your guidance."
Mingting pulled out a stack of sketches.
After Father Shen finished flipping through the clothing designs, he was torn between admiration and irritation.
'This is what he calls 'a little'?! These designs could easily outperform the high-profile designers I hired with sky-high salary!'
Seeing that Mingting still showing that humble 'Please enlighten me' expression, Father Shen flexed his right hand, 'No, the itch is too strong… I really want to smack this son-in-law of mine!'
"Well... I suppose they're passable! It can barely be used as this year's autumn-winter collection."
"This Hanfu series… can machine embroidery achieve this effect? Hand embroidery would be too costly. What's your take? And Hanfu is still niche, so will there be a market for it?"
After he had a new understanding of his son-in-law's talent, Father Shen was happy in his heart, thinking that their family had picked up a golden goose.
However, he still didn't show it on his face, his expression was still very stern, and his words were dripping with criticism.
But Mingting came prepared today. He didn't panic at all, and chatted with Father Shen for a whole day.
By the time he was unceremoniously kicked out again, it was already 6 PM.
Mingting turned on his phone and found that he was on the hot search. Moreover, he was in more than one.