Just when the atmosphere was most tense, George's room door opened.
Song Zhen, dressed in house clothes, looked slightly dazed as he gazed into the living room, then smiled, "Is Little Xiahua here?"
Little Xiahua immediately beamed a smile, "Uncle Song, good morning!"
From inside, George's voice came, "Is it Little Xiahua? Is it Qi Qinghan?"
Little Xiahua's eyes sharpened, and then she ran toward the room, "George! George! It's me!"
Song Zhen stood by the door with a chuckle, watching as Little Xiahua went in to find George.
Knowing how good these two children were together, he really should have asked Qi Lei to bring Little Xiahua earlier, to chat with George and cheer him up.
He turned back to see George lying there, beaming with joy.
That child had always been sullen, seldom smiling so happily. Song Zhen then looked at Qi Lei, "Don't take Little Xiahua to kindergarten these days, just let her stay here!"
Qi Lei responded, "Yes."
He glanced at Song Zhen, winking and glancing towards Gu Xinzhou.
Following the unspoken understanding of many years between master and servant, Song Zhen realized something was wrong and instinctively looked at Gu Xinzhou.
But he saw Gu Xinzhou clenching his small fists, his face dark, staring at him with a look that seemed ready to explode at any moment.
Song Zhen turned to close the room door.
He walked forward, smiling in a fawning manner at Gu Xinzhou, "What's the matter, wife, who upset you this early in the morning?"
Gu Xinzhou pointed at him, "Don't come over here! Don't touch me!"
Song Zhen, "..."
He looked at Qi Lei.
Qi Lei whispered, "The Young Master's name."
Realization dawned in Song Zhen's eyes, and smiling, he said, "Zhouzhou, you have to understand, I've been absent for the past four years and missed Baobao's growth. I felt miserable and regretful. If I can name Baobao, I would feel that I've also done something for my child and am involved. Besides, I put a lot of thought into this name and even had someone check the five elements."
Gu Xinzhou angrily asked, "You want to name the child, fine, but why didn't you discuss it with me beforehand? Do I seem like such an unreasonable woman?"
Song Zhen shook his head vigorously, raising his hand as if swearing an oath, "No, no, no, you are the most reasonable woman in the whole world!"
Gu Xinzhou said, "Yet you still acted first and reported later! You still didn't discuss it with me! I had already thought of the name early this morning; my McDull should be named Tianci! Not Yunxi!"
Song Zhen, "..."
Hearing the name Tianci, he became even more convinced: his decision to act first and report later was correct!
But outwardly, he asked in surprise, "Ah, Tianci? That's a great name! Zhouzhou, why didn't you say it earlier? I had no idea, and Baobao missed out on such a good name."
Gu Xinzhou wanted to erupt in anger but found she couldn't.
In truth, she was a very simple girl, responsive to gentle persuasion but not to force.
Before, when Song Zhen said she couldn't name well, she was unconvinced and unhappy.
Now, hearing him praise her choice, she felt a bit of pride, and her beautiful face cleared from clouds to sunshine as she lifted her chin, "How was I supposed to know you would act without consulting me? You should have asked me first!"
Song Zhen stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, "Right, right, right, it's my fault, Tianci is good, Tianci is wonderful, my choice of name isn't as good as yours! But, Zhouzhou, the name has already been set, and it's used for all the household and school registrations. Under current regulations in China, without a special reason, you aren't allowed to change the name."
Gu Xinzhou pursed her lips, shrugged her shoulders, at first seeming quite helpless, but then she remembered something and excitedly said, "Well, okay, let's save the good name Tianci for George then!"