When Zhou Ling and Grandma Zhao returned home
Zhao Kun was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. Zhou Ling, unaware of what had happened while she was downstairs, excitedly asked Zhao Kun which dish he wanted to eat.
"Let's go with this one, the biggest one."
Zhao Kun pointed slightly guiltily, continuing to pretend to be calm, but his heart was actually beating very fast, because just two minutes ago, he was wearing a different outfit and admiring himself in the mirror.
Zhou Ling went to help in the kitchen, and occasionally one could hear Old Mrs. Zhao's disapproving voice and various orders.
Zhao Kun had no time to pay attention to these things; at this moment, his feelings were very complicated.
There was regret, but also a lingering sense of satisfaction.
What I regret is that he actually did such a thing; it was a disgrace to a man's dignity.
What he found most enjoyable was the feeling of being a different version of himself.
This is insane!
Zhao Kun felt that his mental illness had become more serious.
He had to eradicate or suppress that voice; if it continued to develop, he couldn't imagine what he would become in the future.
I'll go to that mental health clinic again tomorrow. Even if it's embarrassing, I'll try to correct his orientation.
The whole fish is cooked and served.
Zhao Kun, however, found the food tasteless and lacked interest.
After eating only a few bites, he put down his chopsticks and went back to his bedroom.
After the door was closed, Old Mrs. Zhao blamed Zhou Ling for Zhao Kun not eating much, believing that Zhou Ling must have affected her cooking skills, which was why Zhao Kun had no appetite.
Zhou Ling felt extremely wronged and instinctively wanted to retort, but remembering her promise to Zhao Kun, she had no choice but to hold back again.
And at that moment,
Zhou Ling's phone vibrated. When she saw that it was Secretary Wang calling, she immediately perked up and hurriedly pressed the answer button.
A moment later, after putting down her phone, Zhou Ling's face was filled with excitement. She exclaimed, "My dad is in Yanjing! That's great! I can see him tomorrow!"
Although Mrs. Zhao couldn't hear what was being said on the phone, Zhou Ling's mention of her father being in Yanjing instilled a strong sense of apprehension in her.
No matter what, Zhou Ling is someone else's daughter, and the other party is a big boss in Hong Kong who is extremely wealthy. If word of her bullying Zhou Ling reaches her father's ears, he will definitely not be happy.
She might take her anger out on her son, Zhao Kun.
Grandma Zhao immediately regretted it, cursing herself for being inconsiderate and overlooking this matter. She had been focused on establishing her authority over Zhou Ling, forgetting that Zhou Ling's father had more resources than her family.
It's not too late!
Zhou Ling hadn't seen her father, Zhou Haide, yet she still had a chance to make amends. Thinking of this, Old Mrs. Zhao forced a fake smile, grabbed Zhou Ling's hand, and said, "Xiao Ling, I shouldn't have said that to you just now. It was my fault. Don't mind me. I was just worried about your husband. After all, he's in prison and can't get anything good to eat, right?"
Upon hearing Old Mrs. Zhao speak softly, Zhou Ling instinctively wanted to say it was alright, but she quickly swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue, realizing the reason for Old Mrs. Zhao's sudden apology.
She was afraid of her wealthy, unseen father, the boss.
At this point in time,
Zhou Ling felt that the time had come to get the old lady Zhao under her thumb. These days, she had been swallowing her anger and being ordered around by the old lady Zhao like a servant or nanny.
“Mom, I don’t blame you for wanting what’s best for Xiao Kun, but if you want Xiao Kun to be better off, I think you should move out. Xiao Kun said he’ll rent another place for you in this neighborhood. You and Dad don’t have any objections, right?”
Zhou Ling seized the opportunity and said with a smile.
"No, why would we have any objections? Actually, even if you didn't say anything, Xiaoling, your dad and I thought the same thing."
Old Mrs. Zhao cursed Zhou Ling in her heart and wanted to kick her out, but on the surface she had to smile obsequiously. After all, she was indeed a little afraid that Zhou Ling would speak ill of their family in front of her father.
Seeing that Old Mrs. Zhao was no longer putting on a sour face, Zhou Ling felt smug and sighed at the benefits of having a powerful backer. Her in-laws didn't dare to bully her at all. If it weren't for Secretary Wang's call today, who knows how long Old Mrs. Zhao would have kept cursing.
Zhou Ling ignored Old Mrs. Zhao and got up to go straight to the bedroom, ready to share the good news with Zhao Kun.
When Zhao Kun learned of this, he couldn't help but feel happy for Zhou Ling, but at the same time, he felt nervous, wondering what Zhou Haide's attitude towards him was.
"Little Kun, although my dad didn't mention you, you are my husband, my man. I believe he will definitely like you. Come with me tomorrow, dress smartly, and try to make a good impression."
Zhou Ling comforted her.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Zhao Kun's eyes. He thought Zhou Haide would mention him, but he didn't expect that Zhou Haide wouldn't mention him at all.
Zhao Kun didn't show his displeasure at being ignored, because he didn't have the luxury of caring about such things; in fact, he even had to try to please his father-in-law.
"Brother Kun, what clothes do you think I should wear when I see Dad tomorrow?"
"Can you help me pick one out?"
After saying that, Zhou Ling turned around and opened the wardrobe, wanting to pick out the clothes she would wear tomorrow.
"Huh? I don't remember this dress being here. How did it end up here?"
When Zhou Ling saw the clothes in the closet, she was stunned for a moment, her eyes filled with doubt.
"Ahem, you might be mistaken."
Zhao Kun coughed.
Zhou Ling scratched her head, not thinking much of it, and assumed that she might have misremembered.
Seeing that Zhou Ling didn't pursue the matter further, Zhao Kun, sitting on the bed, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he reminded himself that next time, he must not be careless and let Zhou Ling discover the problem.
Um?
No, no next time! There will be no next time!
He wants to resolve the issue of his sexual orientation and never let such a thing happen again.
at the same time,
Zhou Chuan, who had just moved into a high-end apartment, was in a great mood.
Especially when looking at the night view outside, I can't help but sigh in amazement. This is what it feels like to be rich.
Living in this great location is so different from living in that run-down neighborhood.
There are no gossipy old folks or random people. Access is by access card and there are security guards at the gate, so the safety level is perfect.
Even if the rent here is four or five times more expensive than the previous place, it's worth it.
"Secretary Wang's phone call?"
When Zhou Chuan saw Secretary Wang calling, his expression flashed, sensing that something good was about to happen.
One minute later,
"Haha, that's great! My wealthy father has come to Yanjing, and I'll soon be able to go home and inherit the family business!"
"Then wouldn't I have been renting this house for nothing?"
"Renting it for free is fine. For my dad, this amount of money is nothing. In fact, if I wanted to, I could even make him buy it without any problem."
After talking to himself for a while, Zhou Chuan suddenly wondered if Zhou Ling and Zhou Na had also received a call from Secretary Wang.
Or perhaps he was the only one who received it.
If it's only him, it means that he holds the highest and most important position in his father's heart.
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