Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Wife, say something!
Even though she was nervous, Song Zhihan still had to go. She had no choice. Her relationship with Song Yazhi was deteriorating day by day. It was only a matter of time before Lin Mo replaced her. She couldn't just sit there and wait for death. Since the Song family's approach didn't work, she had to try the Lin family's approach anyway.
According to the address given by the aunt, Song Zhihan found the Lin family's unit. After looking downstairs several times and confirming that there was really no elevator, Song Zhihan sighed and climbed the stairs resignedly, lifting her skirt.
The stairs in the old residential complex were narrow and steep. Song Zhihan, wearing high heels, felt like she was walking on stilts for the first time. She climbed up to the fourth floor in one go, but she almost fell down because she didn't stand firmly. She grabbed the handrail in time to steady herself.
She stood firmly, but her hands were covered with dust. The yellow earth-colored dust was particularly conspicuous on her fair hands, so she had to clap her hands up and down to get rid of the dust.
After all this trouble, they finally arrived. Song Zhihan took a breath, smoothed his hair, and knocked on the door.
When the door opened, she saw Zhong Xiuwen, who was rumored to be "full of evil".
She dyed her hair burgundy, with two curly strands on her forehead. Her eyebrows were black and a little stiff, probably because she had just had a tattoo and it hadn't healed yet. She had beautiful eyes, with narrow double eyelids that trailed a bit of charm at the end of her eyes. Her nose was high and straight, and she wore bright red lipstick even at home.
Is this... her biological mother?
Song Zhihan froze in place for a moment, staring at her infatuatedly, speechless. Her emotions were swirling. She had to admit, judging by her appearance alone, she did look more like her mother than Song Yazhi did. Perhaps blood ties were a strange thing. Even after rehearsing this person a thousand times in her mind, she was still stunned and speechless when she actually saw them.
Zhong Xiuwen looked at the dumbfounded girl in front of her, her eyebrows raised, and she said fiercely, "Who are you looking for?"
Song Zhihan came back to his senses and blinked quickly a few times, his plump apple cheeks almost sticking to his eyes.
"I'm going to talk to Aunt Zhong about the small dining table."
When he heard that it was a business matter, the fierce look on Zhong Xiuwen's face subsided a lot.
"Oh, that's me. Come in."
Song Zhihan sighed and followed her into the house, quietly scanning the environment inside.
The place wasn't big, but it was clean. Several small tables lined the walls of the living room, and there was a small blackboard with the menu for the day. Today's lunch was sweet and sour spare ribs, braised chicken legs, carrots and eggs, and cantaloupe. The furnishings were simple, probably because they were cleared out for business.
Zhong Xiuwen raised her chin and motioned her to sit down.
Song Zhihan picked up a small red stool, put his hands on his legs and acted like a well-behaved elementary school student.
"How old is your child? Is he in the Normal University Primary School or Huixiao Primary School?"
Song Zhihan was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted.
"No, I don't have any kids yet. I'm just trying to find a place for myself to eat."
Zhong Xiuwen carefully examined the girl in front of her. With her plump face and slender figure, she looked like a child from a wealthy family. How could someone like her come to her shabby place? It seemed unreal no matter how she looked at it.
She hated trouble and chose to see the guest off without hesitation.
"Go away. I don't do adult business here."
Huh? Song Zhihan suddenly looked up, his eyelashes trembling slightly, staring at her with a pair of eyes full of confusion: "Why?"
Knowing that this deal couldn't be done, Zhong Xiuwen didn't bother to hide it: "I can't serve you."
Song Zhihan did not accept this reason, and she took out the props she had prepared long ago and showed them to Zhong Xiumen.
"I came here because I saw the parent recommendation on Little Red Potato. Aunt Zhong, I work nearby. The company doesn't provide lunch at noon, and I'm not used to eating takeout. I really want to eat home-cooked meals. Please, take me in. My dad always said I was easy to support since I was a child, really."
Actually, that wasn't the case. Gu Chen often said she had princess syndrome and was difficult to please. When she was little, she didn't like carrots. Even if they were broken into pieces, she could still detect it and refused to eat them no matter how much she was coaxed. The claim that she was easy to raise was pure fabrication.
Zhong Xiuwen hesitated for a moment, but still refused.
Song Zhihan held up two fingers and vowed: "How much does a child cost? I'll pay double!"
Zhong Xiuwen was even more shaken. Her bad temper had caused her business to be bleak. Since opening, she had only taken in four children, one of whom was a gift from a friend. If she had taken her in, she could have earned more.
The two little people in her head were arguing, but in the end, looking at Song Zhihan's fingers tugging at the corner of her clothes and his eyes full of tears, she chose to compromise.
"Come and try the food tomorrow at noon. If it suits your taste, you can stay. Lunch is served at noon sharp from Monday to Friday. Please bring your own bowls and chopsticks."
Song Zhihan nodded happily: "Okay, okay, I will come tomorrow. I will transfer the money to you now."
That’s great! We have finally taken this historic step. I’m so happy!
Zhong Xiuwen brushed her hand away: "Give it to me after you try it. You don't have to count it as two servings. You can't eat much with your small body. Just give me the normal amount."
The moment he raised his hand and then lowered it, Song Zhihan smelled the fragrance in the air. It was a rich and unique rose scent, just like Zhong Xiumen herself, with the aura of a rose, but covered in thorns.
Walking down the stairs step by step, Song Zhihan was still a little bit unbelievable. She actually did it. After listening to the remarks of the aunt who picked vegetables, she almost thought that this road was also blocked. There is always a way out. When people are extremely unlucky, they will also rebound. Her worries faded a little, and Song Zhihan reviewed the situation as she walked.
Living in a place called a village in the city, it was clear that Zhong Xiuwen wasn't wealthy. To say she was poor wouldn't be an exaggeration. Compared to the Song family, she was a world apart. A faint sense of melancholy washed over her. From childhood to adulthood, the Song family had given her the best. She had never worried about money. But when the day finally came for her to be recognized as a relative, she had no choice but to give up her once comfortable life. After all, that was everything that belonged to Lin Mo.
Facing reality, Song Zhihan found that she could not resign, at least not until she had a better option. She had to save money for the future.
But the thought of having to endure Julie's strange temper was truly unbearable. And as for Lin Jie, although no official announcement had been made, there were already rumors circulating within the company that this highly paid project manager, hired by the boss, would officially start next Monday.
It's embarrassing to think about working with him.
Ten years later, they met again in such an unexpected way.
"Song Zhihan, you are not my type. I don't like you and I won't in the future. Please don't bother me anymore."
Song Zhihan had not forgotten a single word of what had happened that year, including his cruel words of rejection, and he kept them firmly in mind.
It couldn't be said to be hatred. Song Zhihan just felt humiliated. Those words were like a slap in her face, making her realize how self-righteous her sixteen-year-old heart was.
In the past sixteen years of her life, even including the past twenty-six, no one had ever embarrassed her like that. Lin Jie had the right to refuse her, but not in front of Zhao Wendi, her sworn enemy since childhood. She still remembered being ridiculed by Zhao Wendi and his gang for two years afterward. Li Daizhen would bring her to fight with them every day, and no one mentioned the incident until after she graduated from high school.
When she saw the photos on Cheng Yang's phone, her heart was moved, but the emotion was mainly because she wondered why his face was still impeccable after ten years, and his temperament even became more charming after settling down.
Okay, Song Zhihan admitted that he hated him and wanted to see him become more and more miserable and become the most ordinary person in the world.
But no, good fortune always favored this man. Instead of falling into decline, he became a leader in his field. But if you think about it carefully, this ending seems to be worthy of him. He was so outstanding in the past, so how could he be willing to be an insignificant piece of sand?
Song Zhihan sighed in relief. Forget it. She was now in a difficult situation, so why dwell on these old woes? Besides, it had been ten years. Would Lin Jie still remember her? He must have rejected many people in his life.
Who is she?
But if he really forgot her, Song Zhihan felt that it was even more infuriating than when he rejected her.
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Leaving here, Song Zhihan returned home. Sister Yue and the other two were weeding the garden, carefully nurturing the precious flower seeds given by his uncle in the soil. Behind the French windows, the chef prepared dinner, using ingredients from all over the world. This had been Song Zhihan's ordinary life for more than twenty years, but after what happened today with Zhong Xiuwen, it all seemed like a bubble, an illusion.
In the living room, Gu Chen was leaning on the sofa watching TV in a Ge You-like posture. When he saw her come back, he only moved his eyelids. Song Zhihan saw his wrinkled shirt and couldn't help but sneered: "Dad, why don't you clean yourself up quickly? My mom will be back soon."
This is what a wife slave is like. No matter how unkempt he is, he must be meticulous in every hair in front of Song Yazhi and be ready to sleep with her at any time.
Gu Chen laughed dully, his words lazily saying, "Once you've fallen out of favor, it's useless to try to tidy yourself up."
As they were talking, there was a noise coming from upstairs. Song Zhihan looked up and saw Song Yazhi walking downstairs in her pajamas and drying her hair.
At this time, she should be in the company...
No matter what, Song Zhihan wanted to flatter the girl and said, "Mom, you came back so early today! Let me blow dry your hair for you~"
Just as he was about to leave, Gu Chen stopped him and pushed him into the sofa: "Little dog legs, is it your turn?"
Song Zhihan was pressed down by brute force, and his whole body sank into the soft sofa. Just as he was about to struggle to get up, he was hit by the pillow beside him and sank in again.
Swimming on dry land, that's what she was talking about right now, this strange posture. Before she could adjust herself, she heard Gu Chen's gloating laugh: "Wife, don't you think our Zhihan is a fool? Who would be knocked unconscious by a pillow? Hahahaha."
Song Zhihan smiled proudly and arrogantly, with messy hair, feeling extremely ashamed and angry.
Is this something a father could say? Why is Gu Chen so immature compared to a twenty-something like her? She jumped up from the sofa and threw herself at Gu Chen, vowing to fight him.
Gu Chen pulled Song Yazhi's clothes and hid behind her, not forgetting to complain: "You rebellious daughter, you murdered your own father! My wife, say something!"
Everyone knows how to play the victim. Song Zhihan also took Song Yazhi's arm and acted coquettishly: "Mom, he was the one who called me stupid first."
"Did I say something wrong?"
"You're questioning your mother's genes by saying that."
After saying this, Song Zhihan felt like biting her tongue to death. As someone who had been taken away by mistake, she didn't seem to have the right to say such things. But then her thoughts began to wander. Song Yazhi and Gu Chen, both graduates of top domestic universities, while she, on the other hand, had mediocre grades from childhood. After graduating from high school, she went abroad, where she spent seven years playing around while studying. In contrast, Lin Mo, also a graduate of a prestigious university, looked more like their daughter. Her mood plummeted again, and Song Zhihan even stopped wanting to argue with Gu Chen.
Seeing that she stopped talking, Song Yazhi drove Gu Chen away, and her actions of comforting Song Zhihan were a little unfamiliar.
"Zhihan, your dad didn't really say you were stupid. You've always been a very good child. Mom still remembers when you were three years old and in kindergarten, you were the only child in your class who didn't cry. And you took good care of yourself during those years abroad. Compared to your personal achievements, Mom hopes more for you to be independent, healthy, and confident."
Song Zhihan's heart softened after hearing this. She hugged Song Yazhi's waist, buried her face in her belly, and absorbed the scent from her body. That was the scent of her mother, even though it would no longer belong to her in the future.
In fact, before going abroad, her relationship with her parents was not so unfamiliar. While she had material conditions, she was also cared for with care. Song Yazhi was busy, but she would always keep her weekends. Gu Chen was not very particular, but it was he who braided her pigtails when she was a child, and it was he who helped her do the handicraft homework assigned by the school. Song Zhihan never felt that she was an unloved child.
The turning point happened a few years after he went abroad. The number of their meetings was countless, but the phone calls were always busy. Song Zhihan gradually stopped taking the initiative to fight for it.
Perhaps she was so used to being alone abroad that she was even covered in a thick layer of scales when she was around her loved ones. Or perhaps Song Yazhi was so busy that she couldn't find time to see her all year. After returning, she had to think carefully before she could act coquettishly and playfully as she used to. She could feel herself drifting away from them, and she could also feel Song Yazhi's cautiousness around her.
Song Yazhi looked at her daughter who was growing up on her body, feeling a little at a loss as to where to start. She supported herself with her hands, not knowing where to put them, but her eyes had softened. She remembered that the last time she was so close to her daughter was when she was in middle school.
Song Zhihan quickly came out of her arms, laughing as he walked towards the kitchen: "I don't take it to heart. My dad is the most childish person in the world. I won't bother with him."
Song Yazhi smiled and withdrew her hand with a lingering feeling.
Song Zhihan hadn't forgotten what Zhong Xiuwen had said about bringing her own dishes and chopsticks. She tiptoed around in the kitchen cupboard, asking, "Auntie Yue, do you know where I put my Hello Kitty tableware?"
That was what Gu Chen brought back from her business trip to Japan. She likes it the most.
Aunt Yue was busy weeding. Song Yazhi watched her searching like a little hamster, with a hint of a smile in her eyes: "It's in the middle of the third cupboard, behind the blue-rimmed plate."
Song Zhihan followed the instructions and saw the limited edition black leather Kitty. She happily took the box in her hand and turned to Song Yazhi with bright eyes and smiled: "I found it, Mom, you are so awesome!"
As expected of a brain with such high IQ, it can remember even trivial things in such detail.
Song Yazhi's indifferent face revealed the tenderness that is unique to a mother. On such an ordinary evening, she felt happy as she looked at her daughter who was as happy as if she had found a treasure.
Perhaps Song Zhihan found his treasure, but in her eyes, Zhihan was the incomparable treasure.
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Regarding her appearance with Sammi Chung, it is our baby's psychological effect. She is not like Sammi Chung, at most they have similar figures.
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