Song Yiyi was dumbfounded.
Cai Mengjun and Song Minghui looked at each other.
"Brother, aren't you afraid of the heat?"
Song Yiyi asked Gu Chengze, "Is the food in your cafeteria too bad? Are you not full? Otherwise, while your parents are here, I can bring you lunch at noon?"
Gu Chengze realized later that everyone was looking at him, put down his bowl and smiled, "No, the food in the cafeteria is good."
He turned to ask Song Minghui: "Dad, is Cen Bowen here today?"
Song Minghui nodded, "Yes, this guy is quite responsible. He came here to apologize to Yiyi."
"What?!"
Song Yiyi raised her voice: "Why is he here again? Does he still have any shame? He's like a dog-skin plaster."
How could Cen Bowen have the nerve to do that?
Song Minghui glared at Song Yiyi, "Yiyi, watch your words! You're a girl, but you're still swearing! I think you have more problems with Xiao Cen!"
He put down his bowl and began to act like a teacher scolding a student again: "Little Cen brought a lot of things with him today. He came here sincerely to apologize and his attitude was very good. In my opinion, the young man didn't do anything wrong."
Song Yiyi's eyes widened. "What do you mean it's not a big mistake? Only murder and arson are wrong?"
“Nonsense!”
Song Minghui said solemnly, "He's a soldier, and he's already a deputy battalion commander at such a young age. He must be more focused on his career. You women are so scheming, and what's wrong with Xiao Cen not investigating?"
"Yiyi, you're going to get married in the future, so you can't do everything according to your temper."
Song Minghui became more and more angry as he spoke. "Who else but our family can tolerate your temper? You're a grown woman now, you have to change!"
He slammed the table and said, "Starting tomorrow, you will follow your mother into the kitchen and learn how to do housework and how to cook. As for your major life events, don't worry about it. I will arrange it. All you have to do is get married."
Song Yiyi was simply shocked by Song Minghui's remarks.
She stood up from the stool and looked at Song Minghui and said, "Who should I marry? You don't still want me to marry Cen Bowen, do you? Dad, are you okay? If I want to marry, it's my own choice. You don't have the final say."
Song Minghui slammed the table. "I'm your father! You're rebelling! Even if you don't marry into the Cen family, what's your attitude if the ladies in the Tianyuan Courtyard introduce you to someone?"
Song Yiyi didn't expect that he knew this. She frowned and said, "Even if you are my father, it won't work. Are you following me? Song Minghui, are you from the Qing Dynasty? Now it's all..."
“Bang!”
Song Yiyi was caught off guard and was almost knocked down by a slap.
Gu Chengze stood up, helped her up, and pulled her behind him.
His tone turned cold: "Dad, what are you doing?"
Cai Mengjun also stood up anxiously, "Old Song, how could you hit the child? Marriage is not something that can be rushed. If you have anything to say, take your time."
Song Minghui himself was shocked.
He seemed to be frightened by his own behavior of hitting someone. He stared at Song Yiyi blankly, unable to recover for a long time.
Song Yiyi poked her head out from behind Gu Chengze, "Stop pretending, you hit me! Song Minghui, don't make me hate you!"
After she said this, she ran out of the main room holding the enamel basin.
Gu Chengze glanced at Cai Mengjun.
Cai Mengjun gave him a look, and Gu Cheng strode out the door to chase her.
Only Cai Mengjun and Song Minghui were left in the main room.
Cai Mengjun took Song Minghui's hand and sat down on the stool, "Old Song, you are too excited. You scared Yiyi."
Song Minghui's eyes were dull as he stared at his hands in disbelief.
After a long while, he murmured, "I...I didn't think of hitting her. How could she...say such words? Mengjun, you know, I've always worried that she would become like her mother."
Cai Mengjun reached out and patted Song Minghui's back soothingly, saying softly, "I know it's Yiyi, not her. You raised Yiyi by yourself, and you know her character best. Old Song, you're too nervous."
Song Minghui's hands trembled. "This child's temperament has changed drastically recently. She's become more and more like her mother. I..."
Cai Mengjun held Song Minghui's hands and said, "No, Old Song, no."
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