Chapter Ninety-Two: Is there really something going on between them?

Afraid of shouting, she quickly covered her mouth and tiptoed out, standing guard at the door, not daring to let anyone else in.

Her little heart was pounding wildly.

Good heavens, what did she see?

Her godmother and Clerk Song were behaving intimately and ambiguously... Could it be... could it be that her godmother is about to start a second spring in her life?

However, Zhou Mingli thought that her father-in-law had been dead for almost six years, and it was time for her godmother to consider her own personal matters.

Moreover, Clerk Song is young, good-looking, has such a good job, and comes from a good family. If his godmother were to follow him, she would definitely be able to live a good life.

Zhou Mingli's biggest worry was what would happen if Secretary Song's family disagreed.

Just as she was worrying, Zhong Xiaoxiao walked over, carrying Zhong Yuanyuan in one arm and holding Zhong Hongqing's hand in the other.

Upon seeing Zhou Mingli, she was about to speak when Zhou Mingli quickly put a finger to her lips and winked, signaling her not to speak.

Zhong Xiaoxiao looked puzzled, let go of Zhong Hongqing's hand, and quickly walked over, lowering her voice: "What's wrong, sis?"

Zhong Mingli took Zhong Yuanyuan from her, kissed her on the cheek, and then lowered her voice, saying, "Mom and Secretary Song are in the kitchen!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and she immediately prepared to peek out, but Zhou Mingli pressed her head back down.

"What happened? What happened?" Zhong Xiaoxiao's voice was full of excitement. "Sis, what did you see? Could it be that the two of them are..."

She gave two thumbs up and slowly approached.

Zhou Mingli was both amused and exasperated, and smacked her on the head: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

However, she quickly realized what was going on and asked in surprise, "You...you knew about them all along?"

Zhong Xiaoxiao almost jumped up: "Huh? What's going on between them? Is there really something going on between them?"

Zhou Mingli was dumbfounded: "You didn't know?"

Zhong Xiaoxiao rubbed her hands excitedly: "I don't know! But I really hope something happens between them!"

"I've wanted Mr. Song to be my stepfather for a long time!"

She tugged at Zhou Mingli's sleeve again: "Sister! Sister! Tell me! What exactly did they do?"

Zhou Mingli didn't know how to talk to her about these things, and was struggling with how to explain when Zhang Chunxue walked to the kitchen door.

What are you two whispering about here?

Zhong Xiaoxiao immediately spoke up: "Mom, you and Teacher Song..."

Zhou Mingli reached out and covered her mouth, her eyes darting around: "Um...we wanted to ask...Mom, have you and Secretary Song finished cooking? Do you need our help?"

Zhang Chunxue could tell from her expression that she must have seen something, and her face, which had just recovered, turned slightly red again.

She coughed lightly: "We're about to start cooking... Xiaoxiao, come in and start the fire!"

Upon receiving the order, Zhong Xiaoxiao immediately darted into the kitchen like a rabbit, sat upright in front of the stove, and stared intently at the fire in the stove, while her eyes kept glancing at Song Xingzhi.

Song Xingzhi remained calm and even smiled at her: "Xiaoxiao, you'll be going to high school in the city in a month, right?"

Zhong Xiaoxiao nodded repeatedly.

Song Xingzhi smiled again: "Yes, study hard and don't disappoint your mother."

Zhong Xiaoxiao said very seriously, "I will definitely study hard!"

She smiled slyly again: "After all, I can't let down Teacher Song's guidance over the past two years."

Zhang Chunxue also walked to the stove at this moment. Seeing Zhong Xiaoxiao looking at her with a sly expression, she was both amused and exasperated.

"Keep the fire burning properly, or I'll deal with you when it goes out!"

Zhong Xiaoxiao immediately patted her chest and promised, "I will definitely make the fire burn brightly!"

Zhou Mingli walked in at this moment, looking a little embarrassed: "Mom, is there anything I can help with?"

"Just keep coaxing Yuanyuan!" Zhang Chunxue pinched Zhong Yuanyuan's little face. "It's just a simple home-cooked meal, why do you need so many people?"

Zhou Mingli, feeling a little embarrassed, took Zhong Yuanyuan and sat down to the side.

At this moment, Zhong Hongqing stood at the kitchen door, looking at the family inside the kitchen with a somewhat hesitant expression. In the end, he carefully moved in and obediently sat down next to Zhong Yuanyuan.

Zhang Chunxue merely glanced at him without saying anything.

Soon, a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Zhong Chengfa came back in the afternoon, full of anger, so he went to bed and slept until now. When he opened his eyes, he smelled the aroma of food.

He got up, slipped on his slippers, rubbed his eyes, and headed to the kitchen.

"Mom, what did you make tonight? It smells so good!"

Zhang Chunxue was serving the food when she heard this, and without even looking up, she said, "No matter how delicious it is, there's no room for you."

"Don't forget, we've already split up today."

Zhong Chengfa froze as he touched his stomach.

Yes, they've already separated.

Zhong Chengfa said, somewhat aggrieved, "Mom! Can we not separate the family? Li Hongjuan, she, she..."

He stomped his foot in anger: "She didn't come back with me."

"Oh," Zhang Chunxue responded indifferently, "What does this have to do with me?"

She continued to retort, "I told you to get a divorce a long time ago, but you just couldn't bear to. What are you complaining about to me for now?"

"Weren't you going to your father-in-law's house every day the other day, chopping firewood and turning over the soil for them..."

"Now that you can't get your wife back, do you expect me to make decisions for you?"

A mocking smile appeared on her lips: "Zhong Chengfa, your son is already three years old, not you."

When Zhong Chengfa saw Zhang Chunxue's expression, his heart sank: "Mom..."

"Alright!" Zhang Chunxue interrupted him directly, "We've finished using the stove, you can use it now."

"Remember to clean the stove, pots, pans and dishes after you're done using them!"

"Also, build your own stove tomorrow, and stop coming over here every day! Otherwise, it'll be hard to say who has less food!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Chengfa was even more shocked: "Mom! I'm your own son, why are you so petty?"

“You’re my own son, but your wife isn’t my own daughter either,” Zhang Chunxue said without even glancing at him. “Your wife can even drink all the fish soup meant to nourish Mingli like a bandit. Who can guarantee she won’t secretly take our food rations?”

Zhong Chengfa felt even more aggrieved upon hearing this: "But Mom, Li Hongjuan didn't come back with me!"

“She’ll be back sooner or later,” Zhang Chunxue said, serving Zhou Mingli a bowl of rice. “After all, she’s your precious wife, the one you’d rather separate from than divorce!”

These words were like a knife to Zhong Chengfa's heart.

Yes, he agreed to separate the family property for Li Hongjuan's sake, but what about Li Hongjuan?

Zhong Chengfa felt even more resentful.

Seeing that Zhang Chunxue clearly wasn't going to talk to him, he turned and walked out in a huff, saying, "I'm not eating dinner!"