Yue Meiqi tried to remain calm and even-tempered, "I know you've always been dissatisfied with me.
But Zhenzhen, this is about your father's life.
He can't get along with the Fang Family, he can't stand Fang Family's granddaughter, and just mentioning it makes him anxious and agitated.
If he doesn't pull through this time, then your father will have been infuriated to death by you!"
"So what?" Song Zhen looked at Yue Meiqi speechlessly, his eyes as if he were looking at an idiot, "There are only two kinds of people in the world who die of anger.
One is those who have guilt in their hearts, feel wronged and unwilling, lack ability, and are also narrow-minded and twisted.
The other is those who are wronged and can't vindicate themselves, meet the wrong people, and are repeatedly persecuted.
I know my own father best.
He only harbors guilt in his heart, not grievances!
Such a person, if he dies of anger, so be it!"
Yue Meiqi: "You... you..."
Song Zhen looked at her coldly.
She lowered her head, not daring to say another word.
The small villa.
Because Song Zhen had left a note saying he would come back for dinner,
Gu Xinzhou personally cooked a dish that Song Zhen particularly liked, peppered beef tenderloin.
As dusk approached and the sunset splashed half the sky with brilliant hues, Gu Xinzhou sat on the swing frame, quietly swaying.
Song Zhen always kept his promises.
She glanced at her watch from time to time, looking forward expectantly.
Finally, the sky completely darkened.
Gu Yibo came back, and Lan Baozhen smiled and called Gu Xinzhou into the house to eat.
Gu Xinzhou reluctantly gazed in the direction of the gate.
Suddenly, she ran back, turning on all the yard lights.
She wanted to light the way home for Song Zhen.
As she turned around, about to enter the house,
her phone rang in her pocket.
Gu Xinzhou eagerly took it out, saw it was Song Zhen, and immediately answered: "Where are you?"
Song Zhen's voice was as gentle as ever: "Hospital, my dad fainted and was rushed to the hospital, so I haven't left yet."
Gu Xinzhou thought of that old man Song Enshuo, who was also very troublesome.
But she also showed concern, "Oh, then, how is Uncle Song doing now?"
Song Zhen chuckled lightly, "It's fine, he's past the critical period now. Have you eaten?"
Gu Xinzhou: "Yes."
Song Zhen laughed again, "But McDull just called me, saying you were waiting for me on the swing all the time, and you specially made the dish I love. McDull said you wouldn't have dinner until I came back, is that true or false?"
Gu Xinzhou: "False!"
"Mmm, I see," Song Zhen's voice was indulgent, "You really are a fellow who says one thing but means another."
Gu Xinzhou's face burned hot, but she had no time to deal with McDull, the little traitor.
She tried to stay composed yet couldn't suppress her concern for him, "Remember to eat."
Song Zhen: "Mmm."
Gu Xinzhou: "Oh, it's nothing then, I'm going in to have dinner."
"Save it."
"Huh?"
"That dish you made especially for me, save it for me. I might be back late, so could you turn it into a rice topping for me?"
"Oh, alright~"
Gu Xinzhou ended the call joyfully.
She charged into the dining room triumphantly, and the first thing she did was to clear away that peppered beef tenderloin she had made with her own hands!
Gu Yibo had just returned with McDull after washing their hands and protested upon seeing this, "How come it's being cleared away before we even ate?"
Especially Gu Yibo.
It was the first time he had heard of his daughter cooking, and in his life, he had yet to taste his daughter's culinary skills!
"No way!" Gu Xinzhou protected that plate of food and strode off, "Song Zhen said he would come back later and asked me to save it for him!"