Why do I have this urge to spoil them!
Song Chan’s scalp tingled.
She unconsciously caught a glimpse of danger in Zhong Lingyu’s eyes.
“Does their father look more like his son or his daughter?”
Song Chan swore she was really serious; this was the most tactful way she could think of to ask the question.
But Zhong Lingyu laughed out loud after hearing it.
“Song Chan, what kind of father looks like his children?”
“I know, I know, but I’m just so curious about what their parents look like.” Song Chan lightly patted Zhong Lingyu’s arm, scolding him for being so inappropriate. “This morning on my way to school, I actually saw Zhong Xin and Zhong Cheng from afar. No wonder everyone ran to see them; they are indeed very good-looking. Then I became very curious about what kind of parents, what kind of excellent genes, could produce such beautiful children.”
To get information out of them, Song Chan hastily made up a story; her CPU was almost overheating.
Zhong Lingyu found Song Chan’s words rather awkward.
“Song Chan seems to have a very good impression of Zhong Xin and Zhong Cheng?”
“Of course.”
Song Chan nodded sincerely.
“Don’t you have any particular feelings?”
Zhong Lingyu’s eyes crinkled.
Song Chan: “I…”
Motherly love? Is that something to talk about?
“As you can see, the Zhong family has a significant advantage in terms of looks.”
“Yes, yes, Zhong is very good-looking.”
Song Chan seized the opportunity to be sweet-talking.
Then she saw that Zhong Lingyu’s expression was indeed very happy.
But what she said the next second was quite frightening.
“Then why don’t you go meet him yourself? How about it?”
“Meet…who!?”
“Zhong Xin and Zhong Cheng’s father. Aren’t you curious about what their father looks like? You’ll know once you meet him.”
“Zhong, that’s not what I meant.”
“To be honest, appearance is too subjective. I’m not sure if what I like, Song will like.”
Song Chan was sweating profusely.
What could she possibly like? It’s not like she’s going on a blind date!
“No, no, I’m not curious anymore.”
“You’re not curious?”
Song Chan’s face was already burning red, and she covered her head, feeling an urge to crawl into a drawer.
“Song Chan, if you want to know, I can tell you. There’s no need to avoid it. Since we’re on this topic, besides his appearance, don’t you want to know about his character, personality, intelligence, family background, and personal talents?”
“He must be very impressive, right?”
Zhong Lingyu shrugged, responding with a completely baffling expression.
Song Chan wasn’t sure what this meant, and the curious insects began to writhe and twist within her body!
“Zhong, you’re such a tease,” Song Chan muttered, then voiced her suspicions, “You don’t know something, you’re doing this on purpose, are you?”
Zhong Lingyu looked completely innocent. “Know what?”
Song Chan was genuinely starting to suspect that what Zhong Xin and Zhong Cheng said about time travel was true, and that Zhong Lingyu was also involved.
“Song Chan, is that a suspicious look on your face?”
Seeing the hurt on the other’s face, Song Chan’s heart softened, and she quickly reassured her.
“No, I don’t suspect you, really!”
Perhaps there’s more to this than meets the eye.
Song Chan convinced herself again.
“Song Chan, you still don’t understand me. I’m not that easily angered,” Zhong Lingyu gently patted Song Chan’s head. “It’s just that you were curious about my family affairs, which surprised me, so I couldn’t help but tease you.”
Curious about other people’s family affairs… Doesn’t that sound like he’s implying she’s overstepping her bounds?
“It does seem rather presumptuous,” Song Chan reflected.
After all, she realized that compared to her curiosity about the twins, she seemed to value Zhong Lingyu’s feelings more and didn’t want him to dislike her.
“Don’t be so formal. Isn’t it something to be happy about that you’re willing to get close to me?”
Zhong Lingyu rested his chin on his hand, lazily gazing at Song Chan.
Song Chan blushed, and her heart raced under his affectionate, willow-leaf eyes.
She sighed inwardly.
Get close…
Zhong just returned from abroad, right? Inappropriate wording could easily lead to misunderstandings.
Song Chan ultimately couldn’t muster the courage to remind Zhong Lingyu of this. She pulled a piece of candy from her bag—an imported strawberry-filled chocolate, the best thing Song Chan knew.
“Zhong, have a candy.”
As the school bell rang, Song Chan’s heart pounded. She placed the beautifully wrapped candy in front of Zhong Lingyu, then lowered her head, quickly flipping through her book to prepare for class.
Out of the corner of her eye, Song Chan caught a sliver of sunlight filtering through the leaves. In the light, Zhong Lingyu held up the candy, examining it closely, seemingly smiling.
Bright and blurry, yet so alluring.
=
The atmosphere in Class 7 of the first year of high school was relaxed.
Song Qing had felt uneasy since morning.
He read a passage, then discreetly glanced behind him. Zhong Xin and Zhong Cheng, behind him, both raised their eyes, their stern gazes startling Song Qing, who quickly turned back, reading the text aloud. Twenty minutes ago, at the start of morning self-study, the twins had been urging Song Qing to study.
Song Qing was hiding behind his book,s eating snacks, ks when Zhong Xin poked him with a pen tip, making him wince in pain.
Song Qing briefly considered scolding the little brat, but when their eyes met, his heart softened instantly.
Why did he have this urge to pamper her?!
As soon as the bell rang to signal the end of morning self-study, Song Qing quickly got up, ready to escape the classroom. The class representative always collected homework at the end of morning self-study, and if he wasn’t there, no one could get his work.
Song Qing had barely stepped out of his seat when a calm, unhurried voice sounded behind him, “Song, you haven’t handed in your homework yet; you can’t leave.”
Who would say that? Of course, only the lifeless Zhong Cheng.
The class representative immediately appeared in front of Song Qing, sternly demanding that he hand over his blank homework.
Seeing this, Song Qing’s brothers, filled with righteous indignation, planned to teach Zhong Cheng a lesson.
Song Qing stopped them, “It’s fine, I’ll just give him a verbal warning.”
After they left, Song Qing sat back on the stool, negotiating with Zhong Cheng and Zhong Xin with a serious expression.
“Aren’t you two being a little too familiar?”
Zhong Cheng: “Really? I actually think I’m quite lively too.”
Seeing Zhong Cheng’s slight smile, Song Qing felt a chill run down her spine: “I don’t think I meant to compliment you.”
“I know what you want to say.” Zhong Xin raised her eyebrows, her demeanor arrogant, “Believe it or not, in this class, no one treats you better than us.”
“You…”
“Song Qing, you need to study hard now, or you’ll regret it later.”
“I…”
“It’s okay, we know your difficulties. If you have any questions you can’t answer, your brother and I will explain them to you.”
“He…”
“Please treat us like family, okay?”
Song Qing, unable to contain herself any longer, exclaimed, “Can’t you guys even let me finish what I’m saying? I can only say one word at a time! This is so disrespectful!”
Zhong Cheng: “If you don’t like doing your homework, it must be because you’re doing it in the wrong place. I think taking you to a restaurant to do your homework would be perfect.”
Zhong Xin: “I can also treat you to a meal. As long as you get the questions right, you can eat as much as you want.”
Song Qing: “From now on, you’re like family to me!”
Zhong Xin and Zhong Cheng exchanged a glance, as if to say: See? I told you Uncle was easy to win over.
Strike while the iron is hot.
“Since we’re so close, can we occasionally come to your house to play?”
Song Qing looked troubled: “This…”
Zhong Xin smiled sweetly, her eyes full of expectation.
Zhong Cheng: “We sometimes bring KFC family buckets over.”
Song Qing: “You guys sleep on the bed when you’re tired, I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
Song Qing happily took Zhong Cheng’s campus card and went to the convenience store.
Zhong Cheng and Zhong Xin watched Song Qing’s cheerful figure from the aisle, full of interest.
“Look at Uncle’s back, so happy.”
“I wish Uncle could always be this happy.”
In the end, how could these two kids, who were spoiled by Song Qing, not love their silly uncle? Going back to the past was just to try to change their uncle at this time, so that their future uncle wouldn’t repeat the same mistakes.
Of course, this was just one of their thoughts; Song Chan’s matter was more urgent now.
“Do you think we can really use this opportunity to gain Mom’s trust? I’m afraid if we enter her life too quickly, she won’t be comfortable.”
The usually meticulous Zhong Cheng showed concern.
Zhong Xin: “What else can we do? We can’t live without Mom.” She became incredibly vulnerable at this point. “I just want Mom back with us, back with Dad. Zhong Cheng, I wish I could stay by Mom’s side every step of the way from now on.”
“Me too,” Zhong Cheng murmured, gazing at the vast blue sky.
After lunch, Song Qing and Song Chan, unaware of each other’s feelings, felt guilty and remorseful.
Song Qing felt guilty for skipping Song Chan’s lunch because of the pizza delivery from Zhong Xin and Zhong Cheng.
Song Chan, on the other hand, felt guilty for skipping Song Qing’s lunch because she went to the cafeteria with Zhong Lingyu.
Zhong Lingyu knew that Song Chan was an overly soft-hearted and kind person, easily feeling guilty over trivial matters.
He was already adept at handling Song Chan’s emotions.
“Song Chan, I don’t seem to see your younger brother, Song Qing?”
“He’s probably having lunch with his classmates right now.”
“Actually, the three of us could eat together.”
“Of course, if you’d like!”
Song Chan’s eyes lit up as Zhong Lingyu responded gently.
Knowing that Zhong Lingyu seemed to have a good impression of Song Qing, Song Chan immediately felt relieved.
Unconsciously, Song Chan arrived at a place she hadn’t seen before.
“The cafeteria is in the back, Zhong.”
“This is also a cafeteria, didn’t you know?”
Zhong Lingyu said, opening the glass door for Song Chan, a cool breeze from the air conditioner wafting in.
“I’ve really never been here before,” Song Chan said, a little flustered. “Is it more expensive here than downstairs?”
At this moment, a cafeteria lady inside smiled and explained, “The prices are the same.”
When she went to get her food at the window, Song Chan noticed that the dishes here were much more refined, the meat dishes were unusually generous with meat, and the cafeteria lady’s hands were steady when serving.
While eating, Song Chan still felt strange. Looking around at the empty seats, she muttered, “Since there’s a new cafeteria here, why doesn’t anyone come?”
Zhong Lingyu feigned confusion: “I don’t know, maybe it’s too remote, they can’t find it.”
The cafeteria lady thought to herself: It’s obviously a special cafeteria just for you.
But Song Chan clearly had no doubts; she thought Zhong Lingyu’s words made perfect sense.
Just as she nodded in agreement, she heard the glass door open.
The boy, seeing the steaming dishes, seemed particularly delighted, “I didn’t expect you could get food here!”
Who’s the conspicuous one here?
Oh, it’s Liang Zhuo, the conspicuous one.
Zhong Lingyu’s expression darkened, and the conspicuous one looked over. Liang Zhuo, completely oblivious to the awkward atmosphere, happily walked towards Zhong Lingyu and Song Chan.
“Can I sit with you?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t sit here.”
Zhong Lingyu smiled.