Chapter 93 I wanted to laugh, but instead tasted sour and bitter.

When Lin Zaoyi opened her eyes, a bright-looking woman appeared in her field of vision. The woman asked in a friendly tone, "Were you fooled by my son?"

It turned out she was the child's mother.

She smiled and said, "No, it was voluntary."

Two figures approached, or rather, two figures.

He shifted his gaze slightly to the family of three, and the mother's expression could be described as indifferent. "I have something to do tonight, so I'll leave our son with you for now."

Having said that, he didn't want to look at President Shen again and turned to leave.

Lin Zaoyi whispered in Tan Zhaojing's ear, "Chizi isn't very effective; President Shen couldn't win back his wife."

Tan Zhaojing's volume was normal. "It has nothing to do with Chi Zi; it's a matter of character."

Mr. Shen glanced at me and said, "You've been talking quite a bit today."

Tan Zhaojing raised the corner of his lips slightly, "Perhaps you've done a lot of despicable things."

Lin Zaoyi's professional instincts kicked in; besides finance, she also loves gossip, but I couldn't ask her directly since she was here.

Just then, a child's voice rang out, "Sister, my dad and mom aren't married yet. Dad wants to get married, but Mom doesn't want to."

He sighed like a little adult, "Dad, you need to step up your game."

Lin Zaoyi blinked slowly; there was definitely a story behind it.

Her hand was grasped, and Tan Zhaojing led her toward the private room. Once they were a little distance apart, she asked, "Tell me quickly what happened to President Shen."

Tan Zhaojing glanced at her, his gaze turning slightly cold. "You seem quite interested in him."

Where...?

Lin Zaoyi was both amused and exasperated. "Why are you being so jealous? I'm just being nosy."

Just don't ask.

It's easy to guess that the two had been separated for many years, and then the mother gave birth to the baby alone.

He suddenly stopped, and she stopped as well. The man bent down and stared intently at her. "Isn't President Shen quite the gentleman?"

"..."

She couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

My face was grabbed. "Be serious."

It can't be taken seriously.

Lin Zaoyi just wanted to laugh, "I don't like anything refined."

Tan Zhaojing stared at her. The girl's eyes were beautiful, as if they had been soaked in water, shimmering and exceptionally beautiful.

His throat bobbed slightly. "So, what kind do you like?"

Lin Zaoyi wasn't fooled. "Tan Zhaojing, you're trying to trick me into revealing information again."

"No cover."

A kiss landed on her forehead, soft and gentle, the voice low and husky, bathed in the tender glow of the sunset, "I like Zao Yi."

Just those few words made her heart pound. She instinctively grabbed his sleeve and gave a soft "hmm."

Tan Zhaojing chuckled, "Just one 'uh'?"

"Yeah, just one 'um'."

Lin Zaoyi suppressed her breath and looked away, shaking his pinky finger. "I'm hungry."

Upon hearing that he was hungry, Tan Zhaojing did not insist on getting an answer. He was led by the waiter through several corridors and into a private room.

The food will take a while to arrive, so please ask the waiter to bring some snacks first.

When feeding her, ask, "What did you wish for just now?"

Lin Zaoyi chewed something, her words slightly mumbled, "It won't work anymore."

“Then make a vow with me,” Tan Zhaojing said, playing with her fair finger bones. “I’m much more clever than Chi Zi. Do you want to make a vow again?”

The girl shook her head, saying, "No."

He changed his approach, asking, "Is this related to me?"

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Zaoyi nodded, "No tricks allowed. Even if you manage to get information out of me, I won't tell you."

He spoke with respect for Zhaojing, but also mentioned, "Let it go this time; from now on, make all your wishes to me."

Lin Zaoyi wanted to laugh, but instead tasted a sour and bitter flavor in her mouth.

Fortunately, there was food to eat, so we could move around.

She lowered her head and hummed in agreement.

...

After dinner, it was completely dark. Lin Zaoyi led Tan Zhaojing to the place where she grew up.

She thought the old Western-style houses in the alley would be overgrown with weeds, but they were kept very tidy.

It's not hard to guess that my aunt helped take care of it.

We didn't go inside yet, but took a walk with Tan Zhaojing. There were several orange trees in the yard, all orange-yellow, so they should be ripe.

Tan Zhaojing picked one casually. "Is it sweet?"

Lin Zaoyi: "It might be sour to you, but I love to eat it. I deliberately asked my dad to grow it."

Tan Zhaojing silently curled his lips, peeling an orange. He noticed the girl smiling, wondering what she was grinning about, and smiled back, "What's wrong?"

"It feels strange."

"What?"

“Our relationship,” Lin Zaoyi slowed down and circled around him, “My mother divorced my father because she loved your father, and your father divorced your mother many years ago because of my mother. Logically speaking, we should never have anything to do with each other again.”

Whether Tan Zhaojing was confused by what she was saying or what she was saying, he stuffed a piece of orange into her mouth and said, "You watch too many TV dramas."

Even while eating, Lin Zaoyi didn't forget to use her mouth to retort, "Even TV dramas aren't as absurd as you."

She tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Tan Zhaojing, don't deny it,"

Just then, a voice came from the doorway, "Who's there?"

The voice sounded very familiar.

It's my aunt.

Forgetting to hide Tan Zhaojing for a moment, she ran over and exclaimed, "Auntie, it's me!"

My aunt was clearly stunned. "I knew it! Why did the light suddenly turn on?"

Her eyes darted around, looking at the man walking towards her. "Is this... my boyfriend?"

Lin Zaoyi was very fortunate that her aunt was a teacher, and even more fortunate that Tan Zhaojing had never been in a magazine, so she nodded without any burden.

As for her name, she didn't say it, nor could she mention it.

My aunt knew that my mother's remarried husband was from the Tan family in northern Beijing.

Undeniably, Tan Zhaojing's heart burned several degrees when he heard the girl admit her feelings.

She nodded to the elder in front of her and said, "Hello, Auntie."

"Hello, have you eaten yet?" Auntie warmly invited, "Come on, let's go to my place, I'll cook for you."

"No need, we've already eaten."

My aunt didn't stay long. After chatting for a few minutes, she left. As soon as she left, she couldn't help but call her ex-sister-in-law. Although they were divorced, they didn't have any unpleasantness. They would occasionally exchange blessings on holidays.

After a few long beeps, the call was answered.

"Xiaoxian, are you busy right now?"

"I'm not busy." Mingxian was restless all day because of her daughter. "What's wrong, sister?"

Aunt smiled and said, "I wanted to ask what Zaoyi's boyfriend does, but it's our first meeting, so I shouldn't pry too much."

The phone suddenly went silent.

She thought the call had been disconnected, so she picked it up and checked; it showed that the call was ongoing.

"Xiaoxian?"

Mingxian forcefully suppressed her turbulent emotions. "Sister, I'm here. The signal was bad just now. Zaoyi... took her boyfriend to Haicheng?"

"Yes, it's in that old house. Have you checked it out?"

Mingxian's temples throbbed even more violently. She raised her hand to press them. "Zaoyi didn't tell me she had a boyfriend. She kept it a secret from me."

She let out a long sigh. "Sis, what does the young man look like?"

Even though I was mentally prepared, I still panicked when I heard the other person's description.

He was tall, handsome, and had a calm and refined demeanor; he was probably five or six years older than Zao Yi.

Who else could it be but Zhaojing?

Mr. Tan strolled over and put his arm around his wife's shoulder. "What's wrong with you these past two days? You seem so absent-minded."

Mingxian shook her head. Now was not the time to talk about this. She wanted to hear her daughter's opinion herself and also wanted to know how far they had progressed.

"It's nothing, I've just been a bit busy with work lately. I'll call Zaoyi."

I opened my daughter's contact information, my finger hovering in mid-air, hesitant to click. Finally, I typed a message: "[Come to Xiyuan Garden tomorrow when you arrive.]"