Chapter 64 Blood is Thicker than Water

He felt a wave of helplessness; he didn't want to laugh, nor could he.

But he knew that now was not the time to turn against them.

So he just nodded very slowly, his face stiff.

This was the best he could do.

Even a perfunctory response would be enough to satisfy Zhou Dajun.

At this moment, Zhou Shufen also came out of the house.

She was wearing a light gray thin coat, and her hair had just been combed.

The morning light slanted in through the window, falling on her shoulders and casting a cool, serene glow.

She immediately spotted Zhou Dajun standing at the door, his figure somewhat hunched over.

I saw that he actually came in.

She frowned slightly, her brow furrowing, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.

Zhou Dajun's heart skipped a beat, and his heart clenched sharply.

He instinctively took half a step back, his heel hitting the door frame with a soft "thud".

His body trembled involuntarily, and his palms instantly became sweaty.

Zhou Shufen's anger yesterday was terrifying.

She smashed the bowl and yelled so loudly that the whole building could hear her, her eyes blazing red.

That fierce spirit still lingers in his mind, impossible to shake off.

He even glanced subconsciously in the direction of the bathroom, fearing that she might rush in, grab a plunger, and hit him on the head.

Unexpectedly, she just frowned and did nothing else, not even saying a harsh word.

After a few seconds of silence, she spoke coldly, her voice neither hurried nor slow.

"I only let you in because you're the father of my child! Don't think I'm being soft-hearted, and don't think you can do whatever you want like before."

"That's right, that's right, blood is thicker than water!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dajun immediately put on a smiling face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.

"There's no such thing as a family feud that lasts overnight! You've raised the children so well; they're sensible and filial. You can tell they have excellent upbringing!"

As he spoke, he kept nodding in agreement, bending even lower at the waist.

In just one night, Zhou Shufen and Zhou Haiqing's attitudes towards him completely changed.

Yesterday, they refused to let him in, not even giving him a sip of water, but today they let him in and he even talked to them more than before.

If it were someone else, they would probably have to think about it carefully.

Is there something fishy going on? Are they up to something, or trying to get something out of him?

But Zhou Dajun didn't think about that at all; his mind was filled with things he was proud of.

He was actually quite pleased with himself, thinking that Zhou Shufen ultimately couldn't separate from him.

After all, the house was bought together before the marriage.

The child is their own flesh and blood; after living together for a long time, how can they truly sever all ties completely?

After all that commotion yesterday, we still had to bring him back in the end.

This shows that he still holds considerable influence in this family.

"You can think that way too."

Zhou Shufen glanced at him indifferently, her expression unreadable.

She didn't explain further or refute, but simply rolled up her sleeves to reveal a section of her fair forearm.

She then turned and walked towards the kitchen, her steps neither hurried nor slow.

She had to prepare breakfast; time was of the essence.

Qin Guifang can no longer miss her three meals a day.

Breakfast, in particular, must be eaten on time.

When you're pregnant, your stomach is already weak, and if you eat a little later, your stomach will feel uncomfortable.

Mild cases may result in acid reflux, while severe cases can cause pain so intense that one cannot sleep all night.

Zhou Shufen took it very seriously, cooking meals precisely on time every day.

They even measure the heat for stir-frying vegetables and the cooking time for porridge down to the minute, afraid of making the slightest mistake.

This is her responsibility as a daughter-in-law, and it's also a bottom line in her heart.

Now that he was allowed to enter, Zhou Dajun immediately perked up.

He seemed to have been recharged, and his back straightened up a bit.

He's always been the type to take an inch and then a mile, never understanding the meaning of restraint or moderation.

Give him a little space and he'll treat the whole house as his own territory.

He swaggered into the kitchen, his steps light as if he were a distinguished guest, and peeked at the pot on the stove.

The millet porridge was bubbling away in the pot.

He immediately curled his lip, looking disgusted, and said, "I caught a chill outside last night, the wind made my bones ache. I need something hot this morning. Don't bother with porridge, it's too bland and won't ward off the cold. A bowl of hand-pulled noodles is perfect! Add plenty of chili oil and a poached egg, that'll be so comforting!"

This is truly speechless. Zhou Shufen took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the spatula handle.

She repeatedly warned herself in her heart.

Don't get angry, don't get angry, now is not the time to argue with him.

Qin Guifang hasn't eaten yet; we can't let this kind of person disrupt our rhythm.

She closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, her gaze had returned to calm.

"I cook, so follow my rules."

Of course she wouldn't listen to him.

The millet porridge in the pot continued to cook, and the heat was just right.

The aroma has already begun to fill the air.

Her rhythm wouldn't be disrupted by a single sentence from him.

And his return will not change the order of this family.

Zhou Dajun clicked his tongue, the sound not loud.

But his mood was not affected at all; on the contrary, he seemed even more relaxed and at ease.

"Look at you, what kind of situation is this? I kindly offered a suggestion, and not only do you not appreciate it, you act like you don't care? Fine, since you think I shouldn't interfere, then I'll completely let go. You do what you want, I'll eat what you want, is that alright? I won't be picky, is that okay?"

Zhou Shufen's attitude remained lukewarm.

She neither took the initiative to talk to him nor turned hostile on the spot; her tone was as flat as a stagnant pool.

But Zhou Dajun thought she was stubborn but soft-hearted, cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

Even though they still want to reconcile, they just can't bring themselves to swallow their pride and back down.

His heart softened, and he inexplicably felt a surge of self-pity.

I'm so magnanimous. Even at this age, I can still be so tolerant and understanding of her.

After all, we've been married for a long time.

Who hasn't made mistakes in the past, with all those stumbles and setbacks?

The fact that they turned back is the greatest kindness one can show.

At that moment, he was even moved to tears.

Where can you find a man as magnanimous as him?

In today's society, how many men still value responsibility and commitment?

He hummed an off-key tune as he casually sat down at the dining table and crossed his legs.

The nervousness and trepidation I felt when I first arrived have long since vanished.

Now, he completely considers this place his own territory.

Zhou Shufen worked swiftly and efficiently, serving the food without uttering a single unnecessary word.

She first packed Qin Guifang's breakfast in an insulated lunchbox, then personally delivered it to the room, gently placed it on the bedside table, and whispered a few words of advice.

"Don't worry, I made your favorite millet porridge today."

She did this because she was afraid that if Qin Guifang saw Zhou Dajun's face, she would feel uncomfortable and wouldn't be able to eat.

Their plan had just begun, and they absolutely could not allow such an accident to cause any unforeseen complications, much less affect Qin Guifang's health.

Then, Zhou Haiqing silently got up, took the tray handed to him by Zhou Shufen, and put the remaining breakfast on the table one by one.