Song Zhen bent over, standing in the night.
A pair of starry eyes carried his full affection for her.
Gu Xinzhou could feel that his restlessness actually stemmed from uneasiness within: he was jealous.
She placed her small hand in Song Zhen's palm and stepped out of the car with his help.
Standing before him, she calmly and seriously said, "Song Zhen, I, Gu Xinzhou, am not a fickle woman.
If I love you, I will love you wholeheartedly.
So, you need to have confidence in me, and you need not think that anyone else could sway me.
If one's heart in love could easily be shaken, that would be irresponsible to you and to Cassie.
I am not a blindly obedient woman who goes down one path unto darkness, either. If you wrong me in the future or hurt me in ways I cannot forgive, I will leave gracefully.
Because I, Gu Xinzhou, have the capability to sustain myself, the ability to discern right from wrong, and also the responsibility to please myself and to improve continuously. Given that, why should I compromise to make life easier for you?"
Song Zhen never expected her to say such things.
She has the responsibility to please herself and to make herself better?
Upon deeper analysis, this is not selfishness but self-love.
Because only when she is responsible for herself, can she be capable of being responsible for others, like her children.
Song Zhen held Gu Xinzhou's small hand, his palm gently caressing the tender skin on the back of her hand, and said softly, "I understand, my Zhouzhou has grown up.
But, how I wish you hadn't grown up.
Those who are able to grow up must pay the price of growth.
Zhouzhou, the days of yesterday cannot be retained, but I will strive to pamper you back into a child.
In ten, twenty, thirty years, you might change your viewpoint and say arrogantly and childishly to me: 'Song Zhen, I will never leave you because you are always the best to me!'"
Gu Xinzhou's eyes were moist, but she sported a slightly upturned smile: "Okay, I'll wait for that day to come!"
Song Zhen led her by the hand back home.
He asked Gu Xinzhou to go to sleep while he went to the study to handle some matters.
Gu Xinzhou, seeing that he was still working so late, thought that in another two or three hours, daybreak would arrive.
So, she too stayed awake, went down to the first floor, rolled up her sleeves, and started making soup.
She was confident that as long as she and Song Zhen made a joint effort, their future life would definitely become happier and happier.
It was seven in the morning.
George shouted from his room, "Uncle Song Zhen! Uncle Song Zhen!"
Gu Xinzhou stood anxiously outside the door, then ran to the study to knock, "Song Zhen? Are you done? George is calling for you."
Song Zhen came out from the study, looking at the dark circles under her eyes and her clothes that obviously hadn't been changed, and said unhappily, "Didn't you sleep?"
Gu Xinzhou turned and ran, picking up a breakfast from the table, looking at him: "George can eat liquid food now, I made this, you take it in and let George try it!"
Song Zhen sighed heavily and stepped forward to take the tray: "I'll go feed the child, you go and sleep straight away!"
"Alright, alright!"
"No, have you eaten yet?"
"I have, I ate with Shiqing and Doctor Li."
"..."
"Go on!"
"You should call me to have breakfast with you even if I'm busy; I still have time for that."
"Got it, got it, George is calling for you, go quickly, you're really dilly-dallying!"
"I…"
"No more talking! Just go in!"
"..."
Gu Xinzhou finally ran out of patience, and with a low growl, Song Zhen, like a henpecked husband, put away all his words and carried the tray to find George.