There's no way around it, yin prevails over yang, yin prevails over yang! We can't win, we simply can't win.
His gaze swept across everyone's faces, finally landing on Zhang Ruoshui, a sly glint in his eyes.
Then, with a hint of petulance, she said, "Mom, why are you so concerned about my smoking? If I remember correctly, Old Man Chen smokes too!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ruoshui was speechless, her cheeks flushed red, and she glared at him angrily: "You are my son, of course I have to care. What does he have to do with me?"
Lu Qingzhou pursed her lips and muttered under her breath, "Tch, hypocrite."
No, if this continues, my status at home will probably be lower than even the family pet dog's. I need to think of a way to sow discord among them...
The days passed slowly amidst this interplay of tension and tranquility.
Lu Qingzhou, like a cat stealing cream, would sneak out to satisfy his craving for a cigarette when Su Qingyao wasn't looking.
Tonight, the atmosphere at Champs-Élysées Villa is tense and confrontational.
Zhang Ruoshui stormed out of the room, her steps hurried as if she were walking on fire. Hands on her hips, her eyes pierced Lu Qingzhou like sharp arrows: "Come, come, son, let's have a good talk."
Didn't I tell you yesterday that the food was ready? The stewed beef and stir-fried vegetables are in the stew pot, and Yueyue and Xiaosu can eat them when they come back?
If they don't like it, there's always noodles. What did you tell them?
Looking at her mother's fiery gaze and glancing at the unfriendly looks from the women beside her, Lu Qingzhou's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily: "I... I told them what you said."
Zhang Ruoshui trembled with anger, her voice rising eight octaves: "Like I said? What did you say? Tell me!"
Lu Qingzhou was secretly delighted, but on the surface she pretended to be innocent: "I told them, Mom has cooked the dishes, take it or leave it! If you don't like them, go cook your own noodles."
As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.
Goodness, you're a perfect example of a messenger.
Leng Yue's eyes widened, her chest heaving violently, as if she were about to explode at any moment.
Mu Shaohua's face turned bright red as he tried to suppress his laughter, while Su Qingyao glared at him fiercely, her eyes full of helplessness and reproach.
Zhang Ruoshui's lips twitched violently. "Oh my god, this unlucky kid is infuriating!" she thought. "You're talking nonsense! Did I tell you that?"
Lu Qingzhou touched his nose: "Don't they all mean the same thing?"
Just as Zhang Ruoshui was about to scold her, Leng Yue stepped forward angrily: "Come on, let me ask you, what did I say to you last night? Didn't I tell you to tell Mom not to get up and cook for us? Madou is getting old and it's tiring. Tell her to take care of her health and get some rest. What did you say to Mom?"
Seeing Leng Yue's furious expression, Lu Qingzhou quickly suppressed his laughter.
Thinking of Leng Yue's bewildered expression when he relayed her message yesterday, he felt a sense of vengeful pleasure. Woman, you've finally met your match.
So he replied in a serious tone, "That's exactly what I told Mom, and I didn't say anything wrong."
Zhang Ruoshui was so angry that her fingers trembled, and she poked his forehead hard: "How did you tell me that?"
Lu Qingzhou coughed lightly: "I said, your daughter-in-law told you not to cook in the morning, it's all clanging and rattling. Your daughter-in-law told you to be more careful in the future."
"Is that what I meant? Mom, I can't take it anymore, let's beat him up together!"
Leng Yue's eyes widened instantly, her chest heaving with rage. With a roar, she charged forward first. Zhang Ruoshui, not to be outdone, shouted, "Beat them! We have to beat them!!"
Instantly, Lu Qingzhou was beaten so badly that he covered his head and ran away, shouting, "Ouch, be gentle!"
Mu Shaohua laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight, pointing at Lu Qingzhou who was fleeing in a sorry state: "Little Lu is so naughty, hahaha."
Su Qingyao smiled faintly, her eyes full of speechlessness: "We asked him to quit smoking, but he was dissatisfied and even tried to sow discord. Hehehe."
......
At the World Trade Center, Lu Qingzhou looked at Chen Xiaoxi's reply.
He then asked Su Qingyao for leave and left the office.
I took the elevator to the basement level, started the car, and drove straight towards 'Taihe Medical Center'.
Inside the car, Lu Qingzhou repeatedly adjusted his tie, occasionally smoothing his hair with his hand, feeling conflicted about what to bring Chen Xiaoxi.
As they approached Huayang Street, Lu Qingzhou looked around.
Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he parked the car on the side of the road.
I walked toward a flower shop not far away.
As you step into the flower shop, the rich fragrance of flowers immediately fills the air.
The colorful flowers in the vase are vying for attention, some as red as fire, some as pink as the sunset, and some as white as snow...
His gaze lingered among the flower stands before settling on the cashier.
"Boss, please pick out the most beautiful bouquet of roses for me and wrap it up."
"Boss, give me the prettiest bouquet of carnations."
He had barely finished speaking when a slightly familiar and cheerful voice suddenly came from the doorway.
Lu Qingzhou turned his head and looked over, his whole body stiffening.
Old Chen paused subconsciously as he stepped into the flower shop.
The moment the two met, their smiles froze instantly. Old Man Chen opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Today, Old Chen was wearing a very neat navy blue Zhongshan suit, his leather shoes were polished to a shine, and his hair was combed meticulously, clearly showing that he had taken great care of himself.
He looked like a sprightly old man, clearly on a date.
Because Old Man Chen had never really liked him before, Lu Qingzhou felt a bit resistant towards the old man.
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