“So it was my good looks that caused this trouble.”
Zhong Xin always felt her father was capable of revealing his identity at the dinner table.
She sat blankly on the bed, her mind replaying the image of Zhong Lingyu visiting over the weekend.
He must have been dressed like an adult, in a suit and tie, his shoes gleaming, carrying gifts and a fruit basket. He would have entered, seen Meng Mian and Song Zhen, and called out, “Dad, Mom.”
Meng Mian and Song Zhen would have been stunned. And when they were stunned, Zhong Lingyu would have explained.
“I’m your son-in-law.”
Meng Mian and Song Zhen would have objected. And when they objected, Zhong Lingyu would have argued.
“Your objections are useless. I will be Song Chan’s legal husband in the future. Don’t you believe me? I know Song Chan has a mole on her back, now you’ll believe me, right? By the way, you must love Zhong Xin and Zhong Cheng’s children, right?” He was undoubtedly very proud. “My and Song Chan’s children, your grandchildren.”
Meng Mian and Song Bin were definitely furious. If they picked up a stool, Zhong Lingyu definitely wouldn’t run away and would continue to spout nonsense.
“You can’t hurt me; otherwise, where will she find such a good husband like me?”
…
“Ahhhhh!”
Zhong Xin covered her head, afraid to think any further.
Why did she always feel that Zhong Lingyu was capable of such a thing?
Zhong Xin finally drifted off to sleep in unease and melancholy.
Song Chan slept next to Zhong Xin, still wide awake even in the early hours of the morning.
Unable to sleep, completely unable to sleep.
Gazing at Zhong Xin’s sleeping face, Song Chan felt a sharp, piercing pain in her heart, a pain so intense it made her neck tremble.
If Zhong Xin really was her future daughter…
Her daughter’s eyelashes were so long, like quiet little banana leaf fans.
Her skin was so delicate, almost poreless; in the moonlight, even the tiny downy hairs seemed to glow.
From her long, curved eyebrows to her round, upturned nose, and then to her full, cherry-like lips, a perfectly sculpted silhouette formed.
She was like a jade branch and leaf in a celestial palace, precious and endearing.
A breeze wafted through the room, occasionally carrying a fruity fragrance to Song Chan’s nose.
Her daughter smelled so good.
Would she really have a daughter as cute and sweet as Zhong Xin in the future? For some reason, she longed to know what Zhong Xin looked like as a baby.
Ah… what was she like when she learned to roll over?
There must have been so many incredibly adorable scenes.
And Zhong Cheng, this kid’s so serious and official-looking, has he been a fan of watching the news since he was little?
Song Chan unknowingly fell asleep and had a dream. In the dream, she was in her future little family, with twins, looking like little beans, chasing each other on the lawn, and her husband was beside her, holding her hand, walking slowly forward with her on the spring grass. His back was very upright and reliable, but she couldn’t see his face no matter what.
When Song Chan woke up, she sat on the bed in a daze for a long time.
She felt unrealistically happy and didn’t want to open her eyes.
If marriage felt like this dream, it didn’t seem so scary.
“Sister Dandan, you’re going to be late.”
Two knocks on the door, and Zhong Cheng’s voice rang out.
Song Chan jumped, hugged her pillow tightly, then quickly got up and opened the door, her face filled with panic as she met Zhong Cheng, who hadn’t yet gone far.
The usually upright young man, after a two-second eye contact with her, smiled with a hint of mischief.
“You’re surprised too, haven’t heard anyone call you that in a long time, right? But actually, that’s what everyone calls you in our family. Who’s seventeen or eighteen and still calling them ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’? It’s not intimate at all. Don’t you agree, Sister Dandan?”
“Dandan” was Song Chan’s nickname before she was eight. Her parents called her that back then, but Song Chan didn’t like the nickname at the time, and she teared up in a fit of pique. After that, no one called her that anymore.
After some time, Song Chan regretted it. She felt that the nickname “Dandan” was actually quite nice, sounding warm, but she didn’t know how to ask her parents to start calling her that again.
The fact that Zhong Xin and Zhong Cheng could address Song Chan like that meant that the future mother truly loved her child, which was why she would give away this title, usually reserved for family, like a gift.
Song Chan was a little embarrassed. “You…you can do whatever you want.”
She closed the door, feeling a bit dizzy, as if something had hit her head, and it took her a while to recover.
Zhong Xin and Meng Mian went downstairs to buy breakfast and happily came back upstairs, handing Zhong Cheng a meat bun. “What’s wrong? You look strange.”
Zhong Cheng sighed and lowered his voice, “I just called Mom ‘Sister Dandan,’ but I think I scared her again.”
Zhong Xin: “So you can’t call her Dandan? Zhong Lingyu has always called Mom that. Every time she does, it’s so cheesy.”
Zhong Cheng shrugged. “I don’t care. If I can’t even call her Mom, can’t I even call her ‘Sister Dandan’? What’s the difference between other children and us then?”
Song Chan obviously didn’t know that Zhong Xin and Zhong Cheng were actually calling her that, just like Zhong Lingyu, and that this gift symbolizing family was originally given to her future husband.
The school’s front gate had been repaired. Zhong Xin, Zhong Cheng, and Song Chan’s classes were far apart; Song Chan could use the front gate, while Zhong Xin and Zhong Cheng could use the back gate.
They said goodbye at the front gate.
Zhong Xin and Zhong Cheng were discussing their weekend get-together when they suddenly heard a loud roar.
Zhong Xin turned around and saw a black motorcycle approaching from the middle of the road behind her.
“Watch out!”
Zhong Cheng quickly pulled Zhong Xin back, the motorcycle barely grazing her sleeve.
Zhong Xin turned pale with fright, her mouth agape, and she angrily berated the culprit: “You almost hit me, you know! What’s the rush? Is death not taking you, or is the King of Hell not remembering your name?! I hate people with no sense of public decency!”
The students in front looked at the cool motorcycle with amazement, then turned back to look at the sharp-tongued Zhong Xin.
The young man stepped off his motorcycle, removed his helmet, casually ruffled his messy black hair, and glanced indifferently at Zhong Xin, who was chattering incessantly in the distance. In his eyes, Zhong Xin was clearly a flashy but impractical classmate. He didn’t bother to respond, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and turned to walk through the school gate.
Zhong Xin was furious and immediately grabbed Zhong Cheng, expressing her indignation, “Zhong Cheng! Did you see that? That guy was so arrogant! He smacked me! He smacked me! He almost hit someone! Mom and Dad almost lost their lovely daughter, and you almost lost your smart and clever sister!”
Zhong Cheng patted Zhong Xin’s head, saying nothing, but inwardly, he also disapproved of her tactless behavior.
Zhong Xin was always very talkative, and she continued talking all the way to her seat.
“And is he even an adult? How can he ride a motorcycle? He’s definitely not an adult! I’m going to report him and revoke his license!”
“Hey, classmate, why are you still talking about me? Do you always fill your essays with too much detail?”
A strange voice came from behind. Zhong Xin turned around and met a face—it was the boy riding the motorcycle at the school gate.
His eyes were long and narrow, like phoenix eyes. When he looked at people, his gaze was indifferent, especially when he got close; it was a little intimidating.
But Zhong Xin didn’t admit she was scared. After taking two steps back, she widened her eyes and stared directly at him. “So, you don’t need to apologize? Your attitude was terrible. Don’t you value your own life? Don’t other people’s lives matter?”
“I’m sorry.”
He took a step back and bowed to her.
“Ah? Ah…it’s okay.”
Everyone:?
The whole class thought a storm was brewing, that a big show was about to happen, but it ended in the blink of an eye.
Zhong Xin sat back down in her seat, still a little dazed.
Logically speaking, how could someone who seems so arrogant be willing to apologize properly?
Halfway through class, Song Qing turned around, her expression exaggerated.
“Oh no, you’ve gotten yourself into trouble.”
Zhong Xin: “What trouble have I gotten myself into?”
Song Qing’s deskmate also showed a gossipy look, “That’s Xie Xingxiao! How could you have thrown your temper at him? That bastard won’t let you get away with it.”
Song Qing: “Although the term ‘school bully’ isn’t popular anymore, it seems like only that term can describe him now. And he’s not only a school bully, but also a lone wolf. Look how long it’s been since school started, and he’s only just showing up for class.”
The four of them looked towards the corner and, sure enough, saw Xie Xingxiao brazenly playing on his phone; even the strictest homeroom teacher in the grade didn’t dare to discipline him.
Song Qing’s deskmate: “I also heard his hands are stained with blood! Zhong Xin, you’d better watch out.”
Zhong Cheng: “What do you mean?”
Song Qing’s deskmate: “Tell me, Zhong Xin’s spoiled brat temper offends so many people. There’s only one possibility for Xie Xingxiao to back down.” His expression was extremely secretive: “Xie Xingxiao has his eye on Zhong Xin’s good looks.”
Zhong Xin: “So it was my good looks that caused this trouble.”
Zhong Cheng slammed his book down: “He wouldn’t dare!”
The head of the grade adjusted his glasses: “Zhong Cheng, may I ask, do I assign you a test paper every day? What’s wrong with doing one occasionally? Why wouldn’t I dare?”
Zhong Cheng: “…”
The head of the grade: “Zhong Xin, Zhong Cheng, Song Qing, Chen Bo, you four, stand outside.”
The four stood up and walked out in an orderly fashion.
Upon reaching the door, Zhong Xin inexplicably glanced back and saw Xie Xingxiao staring at her. His gaze was so direct and bold that she jumped in fright and quickly hid behind Zhong Cheng.
During lunch break, heavy rain started outside, and the temperature dropped sharply.
Zhong Lingyu wanted to turn off the air conditioner, but Song Chan was fast asleep, and he couldn’t leave.
However, he was worried that Song Chan would catch a cold, so he took off his coat and gently draped it over her.
Song Chan was startled and stirred, but didn’t wake up, only unconsciously turning her head to the side.
Zhong Lingyu studied her for a while, noticing a small strand of hair landing on her nose. Song Chan felt itchy in her sleep and frowned, her expression full of discomfort, but she was too sleepy to wake up.
He leaned closer and gently lifted his fingers to brush her hair aside.
Song Chan’s hair was incredibly soft, clinging obediently to Zhong Lingyu’s fingers as he smoothed it back.
Seeing her brow relax, like a docile little animal, Zhong Lingyu couldn’t help but smile.
He gazed at the sleeping Song Chan nearby, his eyes filled with a love that Zhong Lingyu herself was unaware of.
—But the head of student affairs noticed.
The head of student affairs, patrolling the classrooms, stood at the door, his eyebrows practically suffocating.
This boy’s series of movements was so practiced, as if he’d been married for years. Having been the head of student affairs for so many years, his eyes were like a ruler; he’d never misjudged anyone!
So, the instant the lunch break bell rang, he picked up the phone and dialed the homeroom teacher hotline.
“Old Dai, come over here. Something has happened in your class that violated school rules.”
Showing affection in front of the head of student affairs? He’s asking for trouble!
Author’s Note:
Zhong Lingyu: Does anyone know what’s going on? My mother-in-law came to school to catch us dating, and I have to go to her house for dinner this weekend…
Next chapter: High-energy!
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Essential Synopsis:
【The Scheming Beauty is Courting Death Today】: ① In a metaphysical reality show, Lan Huan is a wheelchair-bound, lame girl who uses her beauty to get close to the exorcist. She seduces him, he responds; she’s all sweet talk but treacherous heart, he feigns falling for her…
② In a mansion from the last century, a coveted treasure awaits. Lan Huan is a beautiful sparrow girl whose wings were broken by the deceased head of the family. Several young masters seem to want her more than the treasure…
③ In a secluded, mysterious village, a folklore research team accidentally stumbles in. Lan Huan is the bride to be sacrificed to the fox god. Unwilling to marry the fox god, she throws herself into the arms of a handsome folklore professor, pleading with him to take her away…
To be continued.
Quick transmigration, with a male lead and a main plot
【Traveling Back Twenty Years with My Nemesis】
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【The System Forces Me to Be a Mystical Heroine】
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A silly fantasy novel, sweet to the end
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