Trapped with a Doctor

Chapter 333 Extra Story No. 3 About Pauline Gu

My name is Pauline Gu. My dad is Arvin Gu and my mom is Angela Si.

Since I was born, many people loved me, doted on me and took good care of me.

Ever since I could remember, many kids looked enviously at me and told me, "Pauline, I really envy

you! So many people love you!"

Right, many people doted on me, like my dad, my mom, my twin brothers, great-grandma, grandma,

grandpa, maternal grandma, maternal grandpa... Oh! And I almost forgot! My uncles and several sworn

dads.

They said that I was the princess of the Gu family, and even the J City.

I lived a luxurious life since I was born because of my great dad.

I was born on August 15th in lunar calendar. Before my mom was taken to the delivery room, she saw

a full moon hanging in the night sky.

The first person I saw in this world was my dad. He delivered my twin brothers and me by himself.

He was on the verge of tears at the first sight of me... Then he put me down by mom's side to share the

joy together.

When my grandma and maternal grandpa brought me to take a bath, I saw another baby in the sterile

room. I didn't know why, but I could feel his presence.

He stretched his hand towards me. My heart ached, so I cried.

He also cried. Why?

Did he cry because I cried?

Later, I found out that he was a little prince. My mom put me down in his cradle. We lay side by side

together. My mom took photos of us both. I was really happy.

I turned my head to look at the little prince by my side. He looked excited with a big smile. Why? I didn't

understand it then, and I was unable to ask him.

Later, the Queen of H Country wanted to propose a marriage between me and the little prince, but my

father refused. I didn't know what marriage was at that time. But when my father refused the proposal,

my heart broke.

When I was taken back to my mom's ward, I realized something and cried loudly.

My parents didn't know why I cried and thought that I was hungry. My mom tried to feed me, but I

refused as I was not hungry.

No one was able to stop me from crying.

Then my dad came over to the ward. He held me in his arms and called my name softly, "Pauline, my

darling baby..."

My dad's voice was the most beautiful sound in the world to me. So I stopped crying in his arms.

My mom patted me on my butt. She was envious of the relationship between me and my dad.

When I grew up, I gradually realized that my dad loved my mother very much. According to my

maternal grandpa, I had my mom's character — naughty, clever...

My uncle said that my dad loved me because he loved my mom so much. He who loves the tree loves

the branches.

Anyway, my dad was a good man and everyone in J City knew about his kindness. He doted on me

and my mother.

In the summer when I was three, my dad peeled a plate of litchis for me and my mom.

He was working while I was hung onto his neck playfully.

My mom rolled her eyes and had an idea. She put a litchi into her mouth, took it out and put it into my

dad's mouth. My dad didn't notice that, and ate the litchi.

My mom smiled cunningly and fed my dad several litchis in the same way.

I didn't understand why she did this, so I asked my dad, "Dad, you have just eaten mom's saliva. Will

you get pregnant?"

Some kindergarten friend told me that a girl should not kiss a boy, otherwise she would get pregnant.

My dad caught my mom red-handed as she was taking a litchi out of her mouth.

My mom looked at me blamingly, and ran away, screaming. My dad handed me over to my nanny

calmly and ran after my mother.

After the nanny climbed the stairs with me, I heard my mom's cries for help. I wanted to save her, but

my nanny picked me up and took me away. She comforted me and said that my dad would not punish

my mom.

I thought about it for a while and believed that my nanny wouldn't lie to me. My dad had never hit my

mom before, and would always do anything my mom asked him to do. So I went out with my nanny

without any worries.

I played with my friends outside for a long time. When I came home, my dad was already downstairs

He was wearing a suit before. But I could see from his wet hair and bathrobe that he had just taken a

shower. He had a satisfied smile on his face.

As soon as he saw me, he picked me up and held me in his arms. I asked, "Dad, where is mom?"

He smiled and told me, "Your mom is tired. She is asleep in the bedroom."

I blinked my eyes out of curiosity and asked, "Where did she go? Why is she tired?"

My dad pinched my little nose and said, "Do you remember that your mom wants to lose weight?"

After giving birth to three kids, my mom had to wear Size L clothes; that was why she wanted to lose

weight so she didn't have to anymore.

My dad disagreed with that at first. But on second thought, he agreed and whispered something in her

ear. My mom's face flushed.

I was engrossed by delicious food in front of me at that time and so I forgot to ask my dad what he had

told my mom.

I believed my dad when he said that mom was tired because she had been exercising to lose weight.

When I was three and a half years old, I accidentally broke a porcelain vase. My mom said it was a

priceless porcelain vase.

She looked at the vase with pity and wanted to beat me. My dad and twin brothers stood in front of me

and forbade my mom.

I was a naughty girl. My mom was really angry at me, and insisted on punishing me. She even

threatened my dad that if they didn't get out of the way, she would go back to her mother's home.

I had been taught that people must bear the consequences of their own acts. So, I got out from behind

the three men who doted on me. I held my mom's hand and said, "Mom, I know I was wrong. Please

forgive me..."

My dad once taught me a trick. He said I was an adorable kid and people would love me if I acted in a

childish way in front of them, and my mom, of course, was one of them.

I lowered my head and peeked sideways at my mom. Her face softened. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

But she still scolded me in a stern voice, "I told you many times, do not run about at home! You just

won't listen! You have broken many things already. I must punish you today so that you will keep that in

mind..." Later I learned of the reason why my mom insisted on punishing me that time. It was because

the vase was a gift from my dad in their anniversary.