Zheng Xiaoze looked at his eldest son and said earnestly, "Don't be jealous of Qilin. His health isn't good, so your mother has to be more concerned about him."
Zheng Guaner knew that his father had misunderstood, but he did not know how to explain. He frowned and said, "Dad, what are you thinking? I treat Qilin the same as mother. Qilin is my younger brother."
Zheng Xiaoze nodded in relief and said, "You've always been good, son!"
In the room, Lady Zheng nodded in relief as she watched Zheng Qilin eat the porridge. Tears gradually appeared in her eyes. Usually, Zheng Qilin did not eat. He went on a hunger strike for a few days, and every time, he tortured himself half to death. He had fainted twice in just one day from starvation. His body was too weak.
As she thought about it, she turned to look at Song Nuanyi with gratitude. To her, it was very simple. Song Nuanyi helping Zheng Qilin was equivalent to helping the Zheng family. She was very grateful to her. This was the instinct of a mother.
"Sister, I've finished eating." Zheng Qilin finished his porridge and waited expectantly for Song Nuanyi's praise.
Song Nuanyi touched his head and said, "Yes, Qilin is very good."
She really liked this boy. She did not want to take advantage of him, but he did give her a chance to work with the Zheng family.
After coaxing Zheng Qilin to sleep, Song Nuanyi and Lady Zheng left his room and went to the living room.
The Zheng father and son were also sitting in the living room.
Song Nuanyi did not take Zheng Guaner's words seriously at all. She only treated it as the narcissistic behavior of a pampered young master. Zheng Guaner saw her snort coldly, and his eyes were filled with disdain.
Zheng Xiaoze said, "Miss Song, please sit."
After she sat down, he said, "I've heard about the Song family. Miss Song has helped our Zheng family so much. Naturally, the Zheng family will fully support the Song family."
This was also what they had agreed on previously. If she persuaded Zheng Qilin to eat, the Zheng family will help the Song family through the difficult times.
Song Nuanyi shook her head and said, "I want the Zheng family to help with another matter."
Before Zheng Xiaoze could say anything, Zheng Guaner mocked, "Miss Song, it's better not to be too greedy. Some things are impossible to achieve."
Song Nuanyi saw the arrogance on his face and knew what this young master was thinking. She ignored him and turned to the rest of the Zheng family, saying, "Young Master Zheng, are you thinking that I want to marry you? Then I'm really sorry. I already have a lover."
Zheng Guaner's face was full of disbelief. He snorted coldly and said, "Who knows if what you said is true or not?"
Song Nuanyi was also a little angry. She was misunderstood and ridiculed by Zheng Guaner again and again. Anyone would be angry. She retorted, "Narcissism is a disease. Young Master Zheng, it's better to go and treat it."
"Pfft." Seeing Zheng Guaner's ugly expression, Lady Zheng was the first to laugh. This was the first time she saw her eldest son being made fun of.
Zheng Guaner's expression became unsightly. He roared, "Then tell me, what do you want the Zheng family to do?"
"Alright, that's it!" Zheng Xiaoze interrupted Zheng Guaner.
Zheng Xiaoze looked at Song Nuanyi and asked again, "Then what does Miss Song want the Zheng family to do?"
Song Nuanyi smiled slightly. "It's very simple. All you need to do is give this list to all the aristocratic families whose names appear on it. But don't say that I gave it to you."
She used her phone to send the list of drug users given to her by Wang Qiang to Zheng Xiaoze.
Zheng Xiaoze frowned and asked, "It's that simple?"
He looked at the list on his phone and his disapproving expression deepened. He looked at song Nuanyi and his expression turned dark.