Chapter 12 Chapter 12 What are you looking at with my face? ...
She remained silent for a long moment, drawing the attention of the adults at the table. Seeing the obvious sadness and helplessness in her eyes, Gu Chen quickly explained, "Your uncle was just assuming, not saying it's true. You're already so old, Song Zhihan, and you still take adults' jokes seriously."
Song Zhihan sniffed, his voice choked, but he managed to get away with a witty remark: "Shanshan and I have such a good relationship, who told you to play such a joke?"
She still didn't dare to say her true thoughts. People sentenced to death know that they will die, but they will also hope that death will come later. She was reluctant to give up her days in the Song family, a life with little love but plenty of money.
From now on, I have to rely on myself. Goodbye to the new bags, clothes, and jewelry, and goodbye to my favorite food and desserts. What's even more hateful is that I must not let Zhao Wendi know about this, otherwise that annoying guy will chase her to the Lin family and laugh at her!
The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and the more heartbroken she became. Song Zhihan didn't notice that she had already drunk two glasses of wine. When Song Yazhi reminded her, she was already drunk and unconscious.
She is a typical drunkard. No matter whether it is white wine, red wine or beer, she will get drunk after just a little sip.
The three of them watched her fall straight onto the table and looked at each other in bewilderment.
Song Fanggang secretly poked her with his finger, and after confirming that she was really asleep, he looked anxious.
"What should we do now? Lin Mo's matter has not been resolved yet. Shanshan called yesterday and asked to come back. I'm afraid Lihui can't delay for too long."
Gu Chen seemed to be standing aside, looking at the two blushes on his daughter's face and laughing: "Who made you so careless back then? You even took the wrong child. That's quite impressive."
Song Fanggang was furious when he saw him like that, but he was afraid of waking up Song Zhihan, so he could only lower his voice and scold him: "I asked you to find a solution, not to make sarcastic remarks!"
Song Yazhi frowned, angered by this. "What are you arguing about? No one wants things to get to this point. Song Fanggang, have you thought about how to treat the two children in the future?"
Song Fanggang was very determined: "Shanshan can't leave, and I have to recognize Lin Mo. Let's see what the Lin family says. If they are willing, I will raise both children as my own daughters."
His idea was too good to be true. Song Yazhi questioned, "What if someone else thinks the same as you?"
Song Fanggang felt guilty and irritated, and he really couldn't think of a solution. He scratched his head and said, "I don't know either! Well, anyway, sister, you should help me create more opportunities to contact Lin Mo. At least it will give me room to ease the situation in future negotiations with the Lin family."
Song Yazhi disagreed with this practice of using procrastination to avoid reality: "You and Lihui should make a decision quickly. It's not good for anyone to keep dragging it out. Put the child's feelings first."
The best ending would be to fix the mistake, but they can neither let go of Shanshan nor Lin Mo.
To some extent, she and Song Fanggang agreed on the same idea: to have both children. However, this was too selfish. The Lin family had also cherished their daughter for over twenty years, so how could they possibly accept such an outcome?
This matter indeed needs to be discussed. Song Fanggang gritted his teeth and said, "Three months, give me another three months."
indecisive.
Song Yazhi put the question aside and made the decision for him: "You only have three months to win Lin Mo's favor. After three months, tell them the truth and let the two children choose for themselves. No matter what choice they make, they are all children of the Song family and have equal inheritance rights."
Shanshan loves fashion design and is very talented in this area, while Lin Mo is very good at management, with a sharp eye and decisive actions, and her temperament is exactly the same as hers. With the support of these two people, they will surely support the Song family in the future.
Song Fanggang agreed to the proposal and the matter was settled.
Gu Chen, who had been watching the show, threw a peanut into his mouth and chuckled, "Serves you right! You can even make a mistake in admitting your own child, so you deserve to be completely confused now. Song Lao Er, ah Song Lao Er, I finally know who my daughter resembles in her confusion, it's all your fault, uncle."
Song Fanggang was in the wrong in this matter and had nothing to say. He could only fight back with his eyes.
Song Yazhi raised her eyelids and glanced at him, and his arrogance instantly disappeared.
Gu Chen smiled triumphantly like a treacherous minister. He clapped his hands, stood up, bent down and hugged Song Zhihan in his arms: "Hey, confused bug, go home!"
The confused insect was still unconscious in the wine vat, rubbing Gu Chen's shoulders in a daze and begging: "I don't want you, I want my mother..."
As she said that, she pushed him away and moved closer to Song Yazhi with blurry eyes.
Gu Chen stopped her and picked her up by the waist. It was a little difficult. He gritted his teeth and said, "Hey, my big fat girl."
As if he heard someone complaining about him, Song Zhihan struggled like a big moth, jumping up and down.
Song Yazhi slapped him on the back and threatened him with her eyes to stop talking nonsense. Then she changed her expression and tucked Song Zhihan's flying hair behind his ears, revealing her blushing face. She said in a gentle tone: "Be good, don't move, let your dad carry you home."
Song Fanggang had been annoyed by the weirdness all night, and finally found his home ground. He called his brother-in-law for the first time, but all he said was to watch the fun: "If you can't, let me do it. I, your uncle, didn't train my muscles for nothing!"
Gu Chen gasped and fought back: "Get lost, you can't even get your last daughter."
Song Fanggang was really defeated, and watched the family of three walking further and further away in frustration.
It was late at night outside the house. Gu Chen asked the driver to drive Song Zhihan's car home, and he sat in the driver's seat.
The drunk guy behind me was snoring with his head hitting the window, sleeping soundly.
While waiting for the red light, Gu Chen leaned over and looked back, and saw Song Yazhi gently lift Song Zhihan's head and place it on her legs. Afraid that it was too low and she would not sleep comfortably, she put a small backrest behind her head. Her every move was full of tenderness. She would only show this expression when facing Song Zhihan. It was a sacred, loving maternal glow, as bright as the moon and as bright as starlight.
Gu Chen once viewed life as purgatory, a life of suffering. It was Song Yazhi's arrival that changed him, and it was Song Zhihan's birth that made him feel the softness of the world. He had lamented countless times that God had bestowed upon him the best of everything. The past thirty years had been a torment, but their presence had made all his suffering meaningful.
"Little piggy, you look exactly the same as when you were three years old." The light turned green, and Gu Chen started the car without forgetting to make a few sarcastic remarks about the sleeping Song Zhihan.
Looking at the car not far ahead driven by a driver, Gu Chen recalled the past: "Do you still remember that when Zhihan drove on the road for the first time, you insisted that I bring several drivers from our family to follow her around."
Song Yazhi poked her cheek with her fingertips, and felt the softness of her fingertips, and a wave of regret rose in her heart.
"Gu Chen, for so many years, I have always regretted not caring more about Zhihan during those years she was abroad."
Those years were a critical time for the company's renewal and iteration. In order to fulfill her father's dying wish and for the interests of thousands of employees in the company, Song Yazhi cruelly chose the latter between her daughter and the company.
Hearing this, Gu Chen felt bad, but he still forced a smile to comfort his wife: "It's okay, our family will always be together in the future, there are plenty of opportunities to make amends."
Song Yazhi felt bittersweet and her eyes were full of love as she looked at her daughter's sleeping face on her lap.
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The result of the hangover was a splitting headache when he woke up the next day. Song Zhihan struggled to get out of bed and went to work listlessly.
The last time she betrayed Cheng Yang, she and Becca established a deep revolutionary friendship. Song Zhihan seized the opportunity to discuss the script with her.
As they chatted more, Song Zhihan discovered that Becca wasn't as quiet and reserved as she'd assumed. On the contrary, she had a wealth of bizarre yet logical ideas. Becca would throw out a point, and she would connect them to the whole, laying out the plot with remarkable ease. With Becca around, she didn't have the chance to bother Julie anymore. She was truly grateful to Becca for providing her with a new entry point when she was at her wit's end.
It was the same that day, but after just a few words, Song Zhihan noticed that Becca was not in the right state. She didn't dare to bother Becca anymore. Out of concern for her friend, she asked a few more questions: "Becca, did something happen? You don't look well."
Becca hesitated, then answered as if to confide in herself, "My mom hasn't been feeling well lately. She went to a nearby hospital and they suspected she had a brain tumor. The doctor recommended we go to a larger hospital. I've been asking around these past few days, and the fastest appointments for specialists are six months away. I'm worried her problem is serious and we can't afford to delay."
At their age, their parents are in their fifties, and any small problem needs to be taken seriously. It is understandable that Becca is so worried.
Song Zhihan nodded and took it to heart. Two hours later, she sent Becca a WeChat business card, telling her that this person would take her to see an expert at the Provincial Hospital in two days, and that she could contact him directly if she had any questions.
Becca didn't know what to say. She was unusually emotional. "Thank you, Zhihan. I...I really don't know what to say. If you have any questions in the future, you can come to me. I will do my best."
Song Zhihan looked at her seriously. "This is mutual between us. You helped me find loopholes in the script, and I returned the favor by helping you solve the problem. There's nothing to thank me for. If there's anything I should thank, it should be me. Putting all that aside, we're friends. This is how friends should be."
Becca was a little shy and whispered thank you many times.
Song Zhihan put his arm around her shoulders and said, "Okay, take Auntie to see the doctor. Let's do a full body check and rule out any potential possibilities!"
Beca nodded and smiled at her.
Cheng Yang saw the deep affection between the two people and rushed over from her workstation: "What are you two doing behind my back again?"
Song Zhihan immediately dropped the previous topic and turned to Cheng Yang with a wink, teasing, "Why did James choose the resort with the lowest number of votes as the team building location?"
Last week, the work group voted for a team-building location. A one-stop spa center was clearly the top choice, but somehow the final location was chosen as a newly opened resort west of the city. Remarkably, only one person chose that option: Cheng Yang. Because the price per person at that place was so high, no one dared to flirt with the boss, except for Cheng Yang, who was feeling vindictive. But no one expected that this choice would actually be adopted!
Cheng Yang shut up, but still tried to explain: "Didn't he hear him say that it was opened by a good friend of his, and he invited us for publicity!"
Song Zhihan clapped his hands twice in a pretentious manner: "Oh, so it's for publicity. James is really a good boss."
Becca secretly started talking in the corner: Big boss X small employee, write this down, write this down.
Cheng Yang waved his hands irritably. "Let's not talk about this anymore. I searched for this resort online and it seems quite fun. You can eat barbecue and ride around the lake. There's also a forest oxygen bar! Oh, if I could get up, I would definitely go there to breathe some oxygen. My head has been foggy lately. Is it because I'm lacking oxygen..."
Song Zhihan knew this place. Before it opened, he saw Qu Yixing promoting it in the group. He heard that it was run by a young man from Yanbei. His famous socialite even knew people like him. At that time, he asked Li Daizhen and others to go there to play. Unfortunately, Li Daizhen accompanied Cheng Rang to a competition abroad, and it would be boring for Song Zhihan to go alone, so he simply didn't go.
But it’s not bad to take advantage of this team-building opportunity to have some fun. With Cheng Yang and Becca, the three of us can play Landlord!
Just as he was imagining his dominance at the poker table, Song Zhihan heard Cheng Yang say, "I wonder if Mr. Lin is going? I'd say he shouldn't go. It's not like he's going there for fun. He's just working overtime in a different place. It's boring."
The deadline that had been set with the publicity company long ago is approaching, but the modeling team seems to be still working in the dark. The group of people now don’t even have time to complain, and they work day and night in the office.
The daily routine is to go to the office to find Lin Jie with disheveled hair but a bright look on his face, then come out covered in dust and mentally ill, and then go to the rooftop with a dead heart, fogging and cursing one after another, and the rooftop is almost becoming the scene of Lin Jie's complaints.
Song Zhihan thought of Lin Jie's recent gloomy and frightening face, and agreed: "That's right, Mr. Lin should not go. I'm scared just looking at his face..."
Becca didn't say anything. She pulled Song Zhihan's sleeve under the table with all her strength, making a rare loud noise: "Hello, Mr. Lin!"
Song Zhihan was frightened and shuddered. After realizing something, she looked up and saw Lin Jie tilting his head slightly and looking at her with a smile.
"What are you looking at with my face?"
Damn it! Why does the cricket man always get caught?
The author has something to say:
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Song Zhihan: I and my husband wish everyone a happy Chinese Valentine's Day... (Before he finished speaking, Lin Jie pulled him away and kissed him)
I have something to add! I wish everyone a happy Chinese Valentine's Day [glasses][glasses]
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