Chapter 62 Just for fun

Now, to be so coldly and dismissively contradicted by a Mrs. He to her face, anyone would be unhappy.

The He family is just a newly rich family, despite their powerful background.

In terms of heritage, they cannot compare to the Zhou family, and in terms of connections, they are far inferior.

Since they don't appreciate our kindness, then we might as well not pursue this marriage.

"Um."

Song Zhiwei responded softly, her voice indifferent.

She looked up and met Sheng Tingzhou's face, which was leaning against the door frame with a half-smile.

He had his hands in his suit trouser pockets, looking relaxed.

"Tsk, you refused one invitation and your family is already rushing to break off the engagement? Looks like they don't care about you that much."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhiwei's heart tightened.

She bit her lower lip.

Then he suddenly raised his head and stared straight into his eyes.

"You're so happy that my blind date didn't go well?"

Sheng Tingzhou met her gaze calmly.

"Can't you tell?"

When Song Zhiwei was asked this question, she suddenly felt a little flustered.

She couldn't figure out what the young master in front of her was thinking.

"Let's go buy groceries first; the supermarket isn't far from here. Do you have any lunch ideas?"

"Whatever, it's up to you."

He has never been particular about food, whether it's delicacies or simple meals.

In his eyes, they were all just necessities for maintaining bodily functions.

Song Zhiwei picked out several kinds of fresh seasonal vegetables.

I went to the fresh food section and got a piece of beef tenderloin with even marbling. I also weighed out some lively prawns and a few plump oysters, planning to make a steamed seafood dish.

When I got home, the air was filled with a faint aroma of fragrance.

She went back to her room to change her clothes, taking off her light coat and putting on a loose and comfortable off-white loungewear.

I glanced at the phone on the bedside table; the screen was already dark.

She suddenly remembered something, her heart tightened inexplicably, she paused for a moment, and then picked up her phone to unlock it.

She opened WeChat and found that familiar contact.

He Yufeng stared at his profile picture for two seconds, then bit his lip and typed a line of text.

I'm sorry, I've been quite busy these past couple of days, but I didn't mean anything by it, please don't overthink it.

After confirming that everything was correct, I tapped send with a slight tremor in my fingertips.

As soon as the message was sent, a circle appeared on the screen.

Then a glaring red exclamation mark popped up: [The other party has enabled friend verification; you are not yet their friend...]

In that instant, it felt as if her heart had been gripped tightly.

She sighed softly, her fingers stiffly tapping the chat window, then long-pressing to "Delete chat history".

Then I put down my phone and left the bedroom.

Sheng Tingzhou had already changed his clothes, wearing a simple black loungewear set with a soft fabric.

He was standing in the open kitchen, intently organizing the ingredients he had just bought. He skillfully rinsed the beef and sliced ​​it thinly, and also sorted and arranged the vegetables one by one.

The dishes were almost ready, and Sheng Tingzhou glanced at the pink plaid apron in her hand.

He paused slightly, then said, "Give it to me. I want to make one myself today."

Song Zhiwei was stunned, never expecting that this young master, who never even touched a bowl or chopsticks, would actually offer to cook.

But she didn't ask any more questions. She just paused for a moment, then reached out and handed over the apron.

"My hands are wet."

The man didn't take it. Instead, he raised his hands, rinsed them under the tap, and shook them, water droplets sliding down his fingertips.

He lowered his head and bent slightly.

The meaning is clear: you have to put it on for me yourself.

Song Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, her fingertips curling slightly, but she finally nodded.

She tiptoed and carefully put the apron around his neck.

When it was his turn to tie the belt, her arm went around his waist.

This position brings the two people so close that they can almost hear each other's breathing.

Her fingers inadvertently brushed against the fabric of his silk pajamas.

The touch was cool and smooth, yet slightly warm due to body temperature.

She quickly bowed her head, tied the knot, and stepped back, her voice slightly hesitant.

"alright."

Sheng Tingzhou chuckled softly.

He glanced back at her, his eyes slightly upturned, but his tone remained extremely calm.

"Stand aside and give me guidance; I'm not very familiar with Chinese cooking."

The two worked for more than an hour and finally produced four decent-looking dishes.

The kitchen still smelled of cooking oil, pots and pans were piled up in the sink, and a few drops of soy sauce remained on the stove.

Sheng Tingzhou turned on the hot water to rinse his hands, then carefully dried them before he and Song Zhiwei served the dishes one by one to the table.

I had just put down the last dish, and hadn't even had time to pull out the chair.

The doorbell rang urgently at the door, ringing incessantly.

Upon closer listening, the sound actually didn't come from their house.

It was coming from behind the dark gray security door on the opposite side.

Sheng Tingzhou frowned, put down the soup spoon in his hand, and got up to walk towards the door.

He straightened his collar as he walked.

As I walked to the door, I looked through the peephole and was met with Mo Huaizhi's smiling face.

As soon as the door opened, a cold wind carrying the chill of the corridor rushed in.

Before Sheng Tingzhou could speak, Mo Huaizhi's gaze fell directly on his neck.

The light pink floral apron was still hanging in front of her chest, with the belt tied neatly at the waist.

Mo Huai was stunned, his eyes widening instantly.

He then burst out laughing, the laughter crisp and abrupt.

Why are you here?

Sheng Tingzhou glanced at him coldly, his tone calm.

Mo Huaizhi clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up, his shoulders shaking.

"Tingzhou, when did you, the eldest young master of the Sheng family, start cooking yourself? And wearing this... this girly apron? It's all pink, hahaha, so funny! I'm dying of laughter!"

He waved his hand while laughing, tears welling up in his eyes, and he could barely speak.

"No, no, this has to be captured in a photo! I'm going to post it in our group chat so Lao Qi and A Chen can see that Young Master Sheng is a stay-at-home dad today! Oh my, this is such a precious moment!"

Sheng Tingzhou's eyes turned cold as he stared at Mo Huaizhi's face, without a trace of a smile.

Mo Huaizhi froze, his laughter abruptly ceasing, startled by that look.

He quickly cleared his throat, forcibly suppressing the playful expression on his face and putting on a serious demeanor.

"Hey, just kidding, don't take it so seriously. We're all brothers, just having some fun."

He peeked inside the door, sniffed the air, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Wow, it smells so good! I can smell the braised pork even through the door... I'm really hungry, let me try what delicious dish you made."

After saying that, without waiting for a response, she squeezed past Sheng Tingzhou.

As soon as he entered the living room, his gaze swept across the entire space.

Then the focus suddenly shifted to the person sitting at the dining table.

Song Zhiwei, wearing a light beige sweater and with her long hair down, was looking down at her phone when she heard the noise and looked up.

Mo Huaizhi rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

He blinked a few times, then took two steps closer to examine it carefully, muttering to himself.

"Holy crap, is this really not a hallucination?"

Until Song Zhiwei smiled slightly at him and softly called out, "Brother Huaizhi."