Chapter 13 What a genius idea!

Ming Zhao is the best at judging the situation and being able to bend and stretch.

Suppressing her inexplicably chaotic heartbeat, she quickly and skillfully took his arm and whispered her excuses.

"It's none of my business. He came to me first."

Zhou Tingyun glanced at her and said nothing.

"Let's go and say hello to grandpa."

Then he nodded slightly to Lin Zhiwei and left with his men.

He didn't even glance at Gu He the whole time, as if he didn't exist at all, but the condescending contempt in his eyes was self-evident.

Seeing this, the people around looked at each other in confusion.

"Mr. Gu...how did he offend Mr. Zhou?"

"I don't know. I just got here. What's going on?"

In their impression, Zhou Tingyun is calm and peaceful, always gentle and polite to everyone, and has never been so disrespectful.

Amidst the whispers, someone hesitated to speak.

"Well, is it possible that you're simply unhappy with your brother-in-law's reserve service?"

……oh.

Everyone will understand after hearing this.

Some people who didn't understand wanted to ask further questions, and they were given a thorough explanation.

In short, it is a story about various young ladies who are rampant in North City before they go abroad, and Mr. Zhou follows behind to clean up the mess.

So, it’s not that easy to become the son-in-law of Mingyue Group.

The atmosphere was peaceful, only Gu He's face was pale.

*

On the other side, Old Master Zhou looked at Ming Zhao who was walking towards him from a distance and snorted coldly.

He disliked the kind of girl who looked like she had never done any housework, who couldn't carry anything on her shoulders or hands, and was both delicate and pretentious.

He never thought that this was the child raised by his grandson himself.

Seeing her greet him sweetly, with her dark smiling eyes as sticky as malt sugar, Old Zhou's brows furrowed so much that they could kill a fly.

I couldn't help but educate him out loud.

Saying that she is not independent enough, being clingy and not paying attention to the impact is really immoral.

When Ming Zhao heard this, his eyes widened.

So that's it. It turned out to be him who instigated everything behind the scenes. That's why Zhou Tingyun suddenly ignored him, right?

How could he be as annoying as Gu He?

She held her arms tighter, her face full of expression saying "I won't listen to a word you say"

I secretly cursed the old man in my heart.

Seeing her dissatisfied expression, Mr. Zhou became even angrier.

"What does he look like when he's this old? Tingyun is planning to get married. With a sister like you who's a burden, who would want to be his daughter?"

Zhou Tingyun's expression darkened, and before he could even speak, Mingzhao got furious.

"Old-fashioned and feudal, our family never forced him to marry. You're really going too far."

???

Old Zhou glared at the little girl.

He sneered, "He is from our Zhou family. Our Zhou family is feudal and wants to marry into another family."

Zhou, family, people.

She tightened her grip on Zhou Tingyun's hand.

Zhou Tingyun held her hand and gently pinched her fingertips before she lost her temper.

"Okay, Zhao Zhao, do you want some chestnut cake?"

Ming Zhao became even more angry when he heard this and glared at Zhou Tingyun fiercely.

A certain member of the Zhou family really had no intention of refutation at all.

With a cold face, she pulled back forcefully and took a few steps away.

Mr. Zhou saw this and thought, hey, this little girl has quite a temper.

I don’t know what’s wrong with my brain.

A sentence suddenly popped up.

"Since you are so reluctant to leave your brother, why don't you just marry into our Zhou family?"

"You know Zhou Qi'an, your brother's third uncle's son..."

"Grandpa." Zhou Tingyun interrupted him in a calm voice.

"You should have a good rest."

"Hey, hey," Old Zhou called from behind. "Girl, think about it. That guy is a good guy. He's only one year older than you."

*

The chestnut cake is soft, glutinous and dense, with a rich aroma.

Ming Zhao held the silver fork and put food into his mouth intermittently with a blank expression.

Noticing her absent-mindedness, Zhou Tingyun spoke.

"You don't have to take his words seriously."

Sizzle——

Ming Zhao's hand twisted and he hurriedly forked the porcelain plate, making a crisp sound.

The man frowned: "Zhao Zhao?"

"Ah...ah?" Ming Zhao's eyelids suddenly twitched, and his eyes were a little evasive. "What's wrong?"

Zhou Tingyun stared at her for a moment and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Ming Zhao answered quickly.

Zhou Tingyun said calmly: "Tell the truth."

She pursed her lips slightly.

Knowing that I couldn't hide it from him, I asked in a low voice.

"Um, what does Zhou Qi'an look like?"

“…”

Zhou Tingyun rarely has mood swings, and the only times he does are because of Ming Zhao.

He couldn't tell what he was feeling right now.

Whenever Ming Zhao was five or six years old and acted naughty, he would be pinned to his legs and slapped hard on the buttocks.

He forced himself to calm down, "What's going on in your head all day long?"

I almost blurted out "I'm pretending to be you", but fortunately the serious atmosphere made Ming Zhao shut up in time.

But she just felt that... what Mr. Zhou said made sense.

Zhou Tingyun will definitely move back into the Zhou family’s old house after her future marriage. If Zhou Qian’s appearance meets her aesthetic standards, wouldn’t it be perfect?

Mr. Zhou’s idea is truly genius!

She apologized for calling him a smelly old man.

The emotions that had been entangled for many years made Ming Zhao unable to tell whether this was dependence on his brother or something else.

I just try to hold on to my favorite toy tightly, just like when I was a kid, and do whatever I want without considering the consequences.

Zhou Tingyun's breathing became heavier, and he felt that he was not far from shortening his life.

It was his fault, he didn't teach her well.

…

When Mingzhao was born, he was still a wrinkled ball.

7-year-old Zhou Tingyun lies in front of the cradle.

Staring at it without blinking.

"She's so ugly."

The little boy didn't know what emotional intelligence was and muttered.

Ming Zhao, who had been smiling at him, seemed to understand his disgust and burst into tears, making the whole family panic.

Zhou Tingyun felt so guilty that he didn't dare to get close for several days and could only go to see her secretly at night.

I didn’t expect the little girl to have such a good memory. She knew that this person said she was ugly. When she saw his face, her mouth pursed and she was about to cry again.

Zhou Tingyun panicked and quickly rocked the cradle and coaxed the baby in a low voice.

"Don't cry, don't cry, baby."

"The baby is beautiful, don't cry."

The baby in the cradle looked at him blankly.

A snot bubble appeared.

From that moment on, he was afraid of Ming Zhao crying, and seeing her cry made him feel uncomfortable. He liked her smile, even her ugly smile was cute, and every day he rocked the cradle more actively than anyone else.

Later, Mingzhao gradually grew up and became a soft and tender pink ball with long and curled eyelashes and chubby cheeks like a piece of milk cake. He was not ugly at all.

The small hand could only hold one of Zhou Tingyun's fingers, and her eyes curved into crescents, "Hehe, hehe..."

Brother, brother...

The huge villa is very empty.

But his heart was completely filled.

His sense of responsibility as an older brother made him swear in his heart that he would never let his sister cry again.

Then came eighteen years of doting.

No compromise, no compromise whatsoever.

Let her grow into what she is today.

Zhou Tingyun lowered his eyes and looked at Ming Zhao with a serious expression.