Mr. You, Please Dote On Me

Just as Zhong Yi and Xu Youyou reached the door, Zhong Ling trotted out.

“Bro, wait!”

“Eh?”

Zhong Ling, palms pressed together over her chest, looked eagerly at Zhong Yi.

“Brother, may I be a bridesmaid at your wedding?”

Zhong Yi raised his eyebrows, wondering what the hell she was gonna do.

“Ask Shiyao.”

“Ah?”Xu Youyou was stunned and looked at Zhong Ling timidly.

She was really fed up with the Zhongs. She only desired to cut all ties with them, lest she should get into trouble again.

“Sis, may I?” Zhong Ling pouted and stared earnestly at Xu Youyou, making her quite embarrassed.

“Y…yes.”

“Deal! I’ll take mother home first. Bro and sis, I wish you a happy marriage and a long life together!”

Zhong Ling soon disappeared without a trace, leaving Xu Youyou confused by her sudden enthusiasm.

…

Suffering from the terrible period pain, Shiyao gradually fell asleep with two hot-water bottles in her arms.

You Ze stared blankly out of the window, one hand on his head. He was depressed.

‘Shit! This was just not my day!’

At eight o’clock the next morning, the big clock on the wall began to ring as usual.

Shiyao turned over and muttered.

“What time is it?”

Awake all night, You Ze was so tired now that he could hardly answer in the mist of sleep.

…

Shi Nian got up early in the morning to take care of the newly built vegetable garden. After last night’s rainstorm, the air was filled with the fragrance of the earth. Although there were few vegetables in early autumn, she liked the tranquility.

There was a slow knock at the door. Shi Nian took off her gloves and put them aside, peering suspiciously at the door.

With no friends or neighbors, she barely ever got visitors.

“Who’s there?”

After a while of hesitation, she edged toward the door.

The moment the door was opened, her eyes were stinging with pain.

Qin Shaofeng, with a decent smile on his face, looked at Shi Nian glowingly.

Shi Nian was out of breath, her heart racing.

Qin Shaofeng was still that elegant and gentle, as if nothing had happened between them.

“You’ve come to the wrong place.”

Shi Nian took a deep breath and shut the door in his face.

“Just a minute.”

Qin Shaofeng quickly braced himself against the door, trying to edge in.

“I said you’re in the wrong place. Get out!”

Shi Nian finally exploded. For so many years, she did not see him since she had left the Qin family, and so many times in her dreams he had been cut into pieces. But she was still helpless when facing him. She laughed at her own cowardice.

“Calm down and listen to me!”

Qin Shaofeng explained hurriedly. Shi Nian was about to curse when there came a sharp female voice.

“Cut the crap! She has surely hidden the old man. Just let us in!”

Song Meirong flipped her hair and snorted dismissively.

No wonder Shi Nian suddenly disappeared. She had moved to this big house.

Shi Nian was less strong than Qin Shaofeng, and the door was pushed open.

“Humph, cut it out.”

Song Meirong gazed at Shi Nian with a ferocious look. No matter how she dressed up and kept herself young-looking, she was still no match for plain and simple Shi Nian, who exuded distinctive charm.

It had always been a pain in her heart. She wasn’t as good-looking as Shi Nian when she was young, and she was not now.

“Stop!”

Shi Nian bowed her head and chuckled.

“This is my house. Did I allow you in?”

Shi Nian raised her head, completely unafraid.

Qin Shaofeng frowned, finally knowing from whom Shiyao had learned her eloquence.

“One more step forward and I’ll report you for breaking and entering.” Shi Nian smiled gently, but her voice was undoubtedly firm.

“Don’t do this…” Qin Shaofeng said softly, exactly the same way as he said sweet nothings years ago.

“Get out of here,” Shi Nian said coldly as the smile faded away from her face.

Anger overwhelmed Song Meirong. ‘Damn Qin Shaofeng, how could you flirt with your old lover in front of me!’

“Stand back!” Song Meirong pushed Qin Shaofeng aside to end their argument.

Compared with plump Song Meirong, Shi Nian was much thinner.

“Huh? Wanna call the police? Go ahead. When the police come and know that you are harboring an old man, I’ll see how your good daughter explains!”

“By then we’ll say that Shiyao claimed to fulfill her duties as a granddaughter, but ended up leaving her grandfather alone. Shaofeng even went out of his way to clear her name. What an ingrate!”

“Bullshit!”

Shi Nian gave Song Meirong a slap, which made her palm numb with pain.

“Stop talking nonsense, or I’ll rip your mouth off!”

“You hit me?” Song Meirong came back from a brief trance and pointed at Shi Nian savagely.

“You bitch, how dare you!”

“Enough! Shut up!” Qin Shaofeng frowned with annoyance. Why couldn’t they meet without fighting?

“Did it break your heart that I scolded your old flame, huh? Listen, I’m gonna smash this bitch’s face today!”

Song Meirong raised her arm and slammed it down hard at Shi Nian’s face.

Qin Shaofeng clutched Song Meirong’s arm, hoping to drive her back immediately.

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” Qin Shaofeng whispered to her.

“She started it! Don’t you see?” Song Meirong’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.

Instead of watching their performance, Shi Nian clapped and returned to the living room.

Qin Shaofeng immediately stop arguing with his wife, and obediently followed Shi Nian in.

Shi Nian poured herself a glass of water and did not bother to glance at the two uninvited guests behind her.

In her heart, she didn’t want to trouble Shiyao after all.

Song Meirong sat resentfully on the sofa, burning with anger.

The Butler and Shi Xiang froze as they came downstairs.

“S…sir,”

The Butler stammered. Shi Xiang squinted and quickly came to Shi Nian.

Qin Shaofeng’s eyes showed a menacing look. The air froze between the two men.

Song Meirong clenched her fists. ‘Shame on you, having a man and still seducing Qin Shaofeng!’C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Nian, how are you?” Shi Xiang asked with concern.

“I’m fine, bro,” Shi Nian smiled brightly and turned to look Qin Shaofeng in the eye.

“What can I do for you?”

The Butler hurried back to his Lord’s room and shut the door.

With one glance upstairs, he already had the answer.

“Is my father here?” Qin Shaofeng got straight to the point.

“Yes,” Shi Xiang answered briefly.

“He, after all, is a member of the Qin family. I don’t know why he is here, but it is somewhat inappropriate.”