Lu Tian sent him a message during the day, reporting what had happened to his eldest son at school. He also learned that his eldest son had won an award for his blackboard newspaper.
"I heard that your blackboard newspaper drawing won an award at school?" Mr. Lu put down his chopsticks and asked casually.
Upon hearing Lu's father's voice, Wen Lan immediately turned her gaze to Lu Ziyin, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes, and said, "Ziyin was praised by the teacher today too? That's a good thing!"
When Lu Zichen heard that his brother had been praised, he didn't say anything, but he quietly perked up his ears.
Lu Ziyin paused, her hand still holding the food in her chopsticks. "Mm."
“It’s good to be praised, but don’t get arrogant over small things. You’re in high school now, so you should focus on your studies. Read more books when you have free time, and don’t always skip classes to go out and fool around!” As Mr. Lu spoke, his tone became serious again.
Lu Ziyin's heart grew colder and colder under her father's accusations. She forced herself to finish the last bite of her meal, neatly placed her chopsticks around her bowl, and then stood up abruptly. She sneered at her father, "You don't need to worry about that. I can take care of my own future. Also, I'm finished eating. You can continue eating."
Mr. Lu was immediately angered by Lu Ziyin's attitude. Watching his son's departing figure, he slammed his hand on the table and roared, "Look at his attitude! Is this how a son talks to his father? I said so much for his own good, but he just talks back to me all day long!"
Seeing that Mr. Lu was upset, Wen Lan quickly comforted him.
Lu Zichen was eating his meal on the side, listening to his father criticizing his brother, and he felt uncomfortable.
"My brother received praise from the teacher, but Dad, you didn't show him much concern or praise him more. Why are you saying such bad things about him?"
Mr. Lu was still angry when his youngest son suddenly retorted, which made him even angrier: "Lu Zichen, how dare you talk to me like that!"
Wen Lan was also taken aback by her son's sudden interruption and felt a little uncomfortable: "Zichen, how dare you talk to your father like that? Apologize to your father right now, don't you have any manners!"
Lu Zichen didn't really want to apologize. He didn't think he had said anything wrong, but he didn't want to see his mother sad. He pouted and put down his chopsticks, then stood up: "Dad, I'm sorry, I'm done eating. I'm going back to my room to do my homework."
Seeing his youngest son like this, what could Lu's father not understand? He was absolutely not convinced!
He has two sons. It's one thing for the older one to upset him, but the younger one, who used to be well-behaved in his eyes, now dares to talk back to him!
"They've all been corrupted by their brother; they've all gone against the grain!"
Wen Lan patted Mr. Lu on the back, feeling quite upset. She was the one who raised her son, and Mr. Lu's words hurt her deeply. Although she had just spoken to Zichen, she actually felt deep down that Zichen hadn't said anything wrong. The one being unreasonable today was her husband, the head of the Lu family.
Mr. Lu was still talking about his two sons, and he was in a bad mood, but Wen Lan was unwilling to listen anymore: "Calm down first, I'm going to tutor Zichen."
Her husband has always been too harsh on the children, but as his wife, she doesn't want to offend him too much. She'll wait until he calms down before having a proper talk with him.
Lu Ziyin returned to the bedroom with a somber face, closed the door, and the bulging veins on his forehead betrayed his current mood. Suppressing his anger, Lu Ziyin slowly walked to the bedside, took out some medicine from the bedside table drawer, and swallowed one pill.
He then sat up on the bed, closed his eyes, and remained silent for a long time.
In the quiet bedroom, the phone suddenly rang.
Lu Ziyin opened her eyes, turned on her phone, and saw a WeChat message from Mengbao.
Lu Ziyin was somewhat surprised and quickly sat up straight.
Future Wife: Lu Ziyin, how are you doing with the questions I wrote for you?
Lu Ziyin stared at the message for a moment, and about a minute later, he suddenly looked up at the problem on his desk that he had abandoned halfway through writing.
Lu Ziyin: I've only written half of it, it's not finished yet, are you in a hurry to read it?
Future wife: There's no rush. You can write slowly. Just finish it tonight. This is your quota for today. Just don't leave it until tomorrow.
Lu Ziyin looked at the message and sighed, her heart finally relaxing.
Lu Ziyin: Then I'll take a picture and send it to you as soon as I finish writing tonight.
Future wife: Okay, no rush. I mainly wanted to ask if you have time tomorrow.
Lu Ziyin, who was planning to finish the design drawings at home tomorrow: I have time, the whole day!
Future Wife: That's good. I'd like to ask you out tomorrow so we can go buy some study materials together. It's quite inconvenient for me to always write down the problems for you by hand, so I'd like to see if I can pick out a few problem sets for you at the bookstore tomorrow. That will be more helpful for your grades.
Lu Ziyin didn't see whether or not to buy study materials; all he knew was that his adorable daughter wanted to ask him out tomorrow!
An excited Lu Ziyin: Okay, you set the time, I'm free.
Future wife: How about we meet at the fountain square at 10 a.m. tomorrow?
Lu Ziyin readily agreed: Okay, see you tomorrow!
After receiving Lu Ziyin's consent, Ding Kemeng's mood improved immediately. She turned off her phone, lay down on the bed, buried her face in the soft pillow, and couldn't hide her joy, letting out two excited shouts.
After rolling around in bed a few times, Ding Kemeng finally calmed down.
Thinking about tomorrow's date, Ding Kemeng was very happy. She quickly got out of bed and opened the wardrobe.
Once she entered high school, she wore the school uniform most of the time and her everyday clothes were worn less often, so Ding's mother didn't buy her many new clothes.
Ding Kemeng glanced at her wardrobe and realized that apart from a dress she had bought last month, almost all her other clothes were old styles. With a helpless sigh, Ding Kemeng took out the light-colored dress.
The beige skirt was meant for early autumn. Ding Kemeng looked in the mirror and saw that it reached just to her calves. But it was already November, and wearing an early autumn skirt would definitely be cold. To avoid getting cold, Ding Kemeng rummaged through her wardrobe for a long time and finally found a long sweater vest. Although it was still a bit thin, it would at least keep her from shivering in the late autumn weather!
After putting together her outfit, Ding Kemeng also searched online and, based on the online recommendations, added accessories such as hats and shoes.
Ding Kemeng has made thorough preparations for tomorrow's date.
I had a good night's sleep.
The next morning, Ding Kemeng got up early and started getting dressed. When her mother called her to eat breakfast, she was a little surprised to see her dressed so nicely and asked her with a smile why she was dressed so nicely.
Ding Kemeng was a little nervous and didn't dare to tell her mother directly that she was going out with Lu Ziyin, so she stammered that she had made an appointment with Ye Nai to go shopping.
Although Ding's mother was puzzled as to why Ye Nai was dressed up so nicely while shopping, she didn't ask any further questions.
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