Chapter 22 Mr. Zhou brought his son to work!

Zhou Songyan had his assistant buy a whole bunch of toys.

Chengcheng was only interested in various rocket, car, and ship models; he didn't touch anything else.

After handing him over to his assistant, Zhou Songyan went about his own business.

The entire Rongzheng Group has gone mad.

Mr. Zhou brought his son to work!

The various small groups within Rongzheng Group are quite lively.

"When did Mr. Zhou have such a big son? I've never heard of it before!"

"Who can argue with that! How would we know if President Zhou didn't bring him to the company?"

"A royal flush!!!"

"Oh dear, I didn't see it. If you did see it, please come forward and say so. Is it really Mr. Zhou's son?"

"Me! Me! Me! I saw it! He looks exactly like President Zhou!"

"That's an exaggeration! That's an exaggeration! I saw it, and he does look a bit like President Zhou, but they're not exactly the same. Maybe we're mistaken, and they're not father and son at all."

"I saw it, and I think it looks a lot like him. He must be President Zhou's son!"

"I'm more curious about who the child's mother is."

"Yeah, yeah, who's so amazing that they secretly won over the aloof CEO Zhou?"

"No wonder the Ji family's daughter was taken to the police station by President Zhou when she made such a grand confession; she's already taken."

At this moment, someone in the group asked, "Could the child's mother be Ms. Guan?"

Someone immediately responded: "That's possible. I heard that Miss Guan is President Zhou's white moonlight."

...

The Li Mai people have already landed in Yucheng.

Little did she know that her beloved son had stirred up a storm within the Rongzheng Group.

The news reached Zhou Jingtian.

His secretary told him.

"What nonsense! That's impossible!"

He didn't believe it.

My son has been living a life of asceticism like a monk all these years, so where did this son come from?

He does want to hold his grandson.

It's just a dream now.

Zhou Jingtian took it as a joke and didn't take it to heart.

As for the child, it might be Zhou Songyan's friend's.

For lunch, Zhou Songyan had his assistant order food from the hotel.

Chengcheng and he resolved it in the office rest area.

"Is the food to your liking? You can tell me what you'd like to eat tomorrow, and I'll have them buy it for you."

Chengcheng: "I can eat, I'm not a picky eater."

"Really? You're not picky about food, so you ate this spinach."

Cheng Cheng: "..."

It's too early to say that.

Spinach is his least favorite food.

Chengcheng protested, "If you don't eat, I won't eat either. Adults should set an example first."

Zhou Songyan: "..."

He was speechless.

Because he also hates eating spinach.

How could the assistant order food when they knew he didn't like spinach?

The assistant claimed to be innocent.

Before ordering the meal, Mr. Zhou instructed that since there were children, the meal should be nutritious and have a good balance of meat and vegetables.

He had just ordered a dish of pan-fried spinach, thinking that the children would like it.

When the food was cleared away at the end, the plate of spinach was found untouched on the table.

Rumors are circulating that the child is President Zhou's son.

Only a few of their secretaries and assistants knew that wasn't the case.

But... why do these two picky eaters always choose the same thing?

The assistant muttered to himself as he tidied the table.

Zhou Songyan held a meeting in the afternoon.

I asked an assistant to take Chengcheng out to play.

The assistant took Chengcheng on a tour of the company's various floors.

Some of the bolder ones would come up directly and ask, "Little friend, who are your mom and dad?"

Chengcheng grinned, revealing his little tiger teeth: "Guess?"

The person: "..."

People stopped being subtle.

To put it bluntly: "Is Mr. Zhou your father?"

Chengcheng still smiled: "Guess?"

The assistant standing next to him burst out laughing.

This kid is a bit cunning.

...

After finishing her work, Li Mai took a moment to call Chengcheng.

Upon learning that he had been taken to Rongzheng Group by Zhou Songyan, he felt a wave of dizziness.

"You...you shouldn't go, right? Won't it affect Uncle's work?"

Chengcheng: "I didn't affect him."

Li Mai: "Has anyone asked you anything?"

"Yes, I have."

"What did they ask?"

"They asked me who my parents were, and even asked if my dad was Uncle Zhou."

Li Mai took a deep breath.

She knew that Zhou Songyan bringing Chengcheng to the company would definitely attract gossip.

"What was your answer?"

Chengcheng smiled slyly: "I'll let them guess."

Li Mai: "..."

This kid is a bit naughty.

However, as long as it doesn't get exposed, Li Mai is at ease.

Chengcheng doesn't really resemble Zhou Songyan; he looks more like her.

The Zhou family probably won't find anything out.

She never intended to keep it a secret forever.

At first, she didn't plan to tell Zhou Songyan, but for Chengcheng's sake, she reconsidered.

Chengcheng knows that Zhou Songyan is his father, and he likes his father.

Li Mai is considering allowing the father and son to recognize each other.

She's just not ready yet.

She didn't want her son to suffer the same hardships she had endured.

The mother and son chatted for a while before hanging up.

Chengcheng used a smartwatch to make a phone call with Li Maitong.

The assistant listened from the side and thought the woman opposite him spoke very pleasantly.

Its clear and melodious sound is like a mountain spring, which is very soothing.

That voice... it sounds familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before.

...

After get off work, Zhou Songyan took Chengcheng out for dinner.

Hamburgers, fried chicken, and fries.

It is said that children love it.

Chengcheng really loves to eat.

However, his mother rarely lets him eat it.

Mom said eating too much is unhealthy.

He hasn't eaten this in a long time, so eating a little shouldn't be a problem.

Zhou Songyan handed him a chicken wing: "Eat up, what are you spacing out for?"

Chengcheng took the chicken wing and started eating it.

After a while, Chengcheng asked, "Uncle, why aren't you eating?"

Zhou Songyan: "I don't eat junk food."

Cheng Cheng: "..."

He was speechless for a moment before saying, "I'm not your biological child, so you're making me eat junk food, is that it?"

Zhou Songyan: "..."

"That's not what I meant, so don't tell your aunt."

Chengcheng snorted and took a big bite of the hamburger.

Zhou Songyan said, "You eat less, we'll eat something else later."

Chengcheng ignored him.

They ate and drank their fill.

Zhou Songyan ordered food at a nearby restaurant, and also ordered a portion for Chengcheng.

Chengcheng was full from eating fried chicken and hamburgers and couldn't eat anymore.

Zhou Songyan emphasized again: "Don't tell your aunt that I took you to eat junk food."

Chengcheng: "Then take me to eat there again tomorrow."

Zhou Songyan: "..."

Back to Chunfeng Road.

Zhou Songyan asked, "Chengcheng, can you take a bath by yourself?"

"certainly."

"Okay, then you can wash it yourself. Call me if you need anything."

Chengcheng closed the door, found his pajamas, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Zhou Songyan hadn't gone far; he was right at the doorway.

He took out his phone and made a video call to Li Mai.

Li Mai also accompanied Ji Wangyu to social events.

When I saw the video call invitation from Zhou Songyan, I was so shocked that I almost dropped my phone.

"Who is it?" Ji Wangyu asked, turning his head.

Li Mai covered her phone and said, "It's my friend, President Ji. I'm going out to take this call."

Ji Wangyu's eyes darkened: "Go."

Li Mai found a secluded corner before answering the video call: "Mr. Zhou, what's up?"

Zhou Songyan glanced at her surroundings: "Still outside?"

"Um."

"With Ji Wangyu?"

"Um."

"Has Ji Wangyu been drinking?"

Li Mai was puzzled: "I drank it."

This person even cared whether her boss had been drinking.

Zhou Songyan: "He's been drinking, then..."

Stay away from him.