Night is falling.
The streets next to Longhu Paradise Walk are bustling with traffic and noise.
In a Western restaurant.
The girl was no longer reserved. The woman who held her affectionately in her arms smiled, gentle and intelligent. Her dark hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, and her light and fresh makeup showed her tenderness, giving the person in her arms the best sense of security.
It was a feeling similar to maternal love.
Ying Qian has been out for three days now, and Meng Beiyan hasn't come over even once. She doesn't care; they go home together after school, and she spends the rest of her time studying. She should be grateful that the school postponed the placement exam a little.
She had already filled out the subject selection form under the teacher's guidance, and she firmly chose the humanities, even though some teachers said it would be "difficult to find a job."
Tang Ya-wen invited her to dinner at this Western restaurant.
Presumably it was something with ill intentions, the news reached Zhao Yaya's ears through Chen Wenzhi, and she immediately slammed her fist on the table and decided: she had to get involved in this trivial matter!
The thought that Ying Qian's swollen face was caused by this woman made me furious.
So she called herself Ying Qian's distant cousin.
Chen Wenzhi repeatedly warned Ms. Zhao not to mess around, but she waved her hand dismissively, saying, "I know, I know! I know what I'm doing!"
"We'll cook dinner at home and wait for us to come back," Ms. Zhao said confidently.
Chen Wenzhi didn't know what to say.
At that moment, Tang Yawen gracefully flipped through the menu, checked off a few dishes, and then pushed it to Zhao Yaya.
She smiled and said, "No need, my son has prepared dinner and is waiting for us to go back."
Tang Ya-wen couldn't laugh. She glanced disdainfully at Ying Qian, who was wearing a school uniform. "So you've already managed to curry favor with a new family? Ha, if it weren't for your mother's sake, we wouldn't have brought you here in the first place. We thought you were well-behaved, but I didn't expect you to have such impure thoughts..."
The words "having impure thoughts" were meant for this so-called cousin.
The waiter was waiting nearby, and she calmly handed him the menu.
Looking directly into Zhao Yaya's eyes, Tang Yawen smiled sarcastically, "This cousin should be careful. She may look clever, but she's wicked at heart. Who knows, she might lead your precious son astray."
Her words were clearly pointed.
Zhao Yaya had heard a little about Ying Qian and her brother's affair, but she hadn't paid it any mind. But when she heard this, she understood and hugged the person in her arms tighter.
"Our family doesn't like beating around the bush; we say what we mean, especially when it comes to our child's education. We never put pressure on him or force him!"
"Oh, right! Sister, I reckon you're approaching menopause, aren't you? Now that you're old and faded, there's no point in trying to maintain your looks anymore, so save your breath. Unlike me, even though my husband works out of town, he sends piles and piles of designer cosmetics home!"
She saw the restraint that gradually appeared on Tang Yawen's face.
She sneered and continued to embellish the story, saying, "My son is also very promising. He grew up around me and has a good temperament. He listens to everything I say. But when it comes to children's education, you still need to spend time with them!"
Finally, the word "companionship" pierced Tang Yawen's ears, seemingly accusing her of leaving Meng Beiyan behind back then, completely shattering her.
Her skirt was already crumpled from being gripped by her hands. Tang Yawen tried to appear serious, but the anger and resentment in her heart were already overwhelming.
Seeing that she was about to explode, Zhao Yaya slowly got up and said, "No, let's go first."
Ying Qian stole a glance at Zhao Yaya, who always wore a smile, but her smile concealed a knife.
“Go home,” she said.
"Um."
A smile crept across Ying Qian's brow. Home? Chen Wenzhi's home?
Zhao Yaya hugged her affectionately, "I wonder what Chen Wenzhi made for dinner."
On the way, they met an old lady who was buying a jasmine flower bracelet. Zhao Yaya realized that Ying Qian liked it and forcefully dragged her to buy it, even though she said she didn't want it.
Zhao Yaya knew that she would definitely like it.
I thought I'd be able to enjoy a delicious meal when I got home.
Pushing open the door, Zhao Yaya shouted, "Son! What are you cooking?"
She took a step inside and stopped, and Ying Qian's steps also stopped.
Meng Beiyan was dressed in a suit and tie, while Chen Wenzhi was only wearing a simple shirt.
The two sat facing each other, their expressions complex.
“This is…” Zhao Yaya did not recognize Meng Beiyan.
Ying Qian had nothing to hide and frankly said, "He is my brother."
"Oh! You!" Zhao Yaya sneered, stepped forward and patted his shoulder, saying without any politeness, "Kid! Come chat with my son when you have time, instead of keeping an eye on your mother. If I hadn't gone today, Ying Qian would probably have gotten slapped again."
Meng Beiyan's heart tightened, and he glanced at Ying Qian, who was timidly trying to stop him.
The redness and swelling on her face were still noticeable.
He pursed his lips and said earnestly, "Thank you."
Zhao Yaya scoffed and made a disgusted gesture. "What good is saying thank you?"
She stood firmly in front of Ying Qian and said in a strong voice, "I don't care what happened between you and Ying Qian before. No matter how unbreakable your relationship was, it can be shattered with one slap."
"Have mercy!" she said. "Ying Qian's face isn't one to be slapped."
Meng Beiyan remained silent for a while.
Zhao Yaya conceded and intended to see the guest off.
Meng Beiyan understood her meaning, stood up and bowed solemnly.
He left resolutely, without looking back.
Zhao Yaya rolled her eyes without holding back, and seeing that Chen Wenzhi looked unhappy, she told him not to cook anymore, "I think we should just order takeout tonight."
"I'll do it." Ying Qian still seemed shaken, but she stepped forward and volunteered, "I'll cook."
"I'll help you."
Chen Wenzhi suddenly spoke, his expression leaving no room for refusal. Ying Qian smiled slightly and said, "Okay."
Zhao Yaya watched with great interest the well-matched figures in the kitchen.
There's potential! There's potential!
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