Mr. You, Please Dote On Me

Shiyao smiled. Old Qin opened his mouth to speak, but ended closing his eyes helplessly.

At Shiyao’s strong request, everyone followed the old man back to the Qin’s.

Bewildered by Shiyao’s action, Shi Nian kept questioning her on the way.

However, Shi Xiang was much calmer. He trusted Shiyao and You Ze.

“Don’t worry, mom, I’ll keep Grandpa safe.”

Shiyao softly comforted her mother, holding the box tight.

“You must trust Yaoyao. She is a sensible girl.”

Feeling much better with Shi Xiang’s consolation though, she was still unwilling to step into the Qin’s house.

Shiyao naturally sat in the Qin’s living room, startling the second Mrs. Qin and other people present.

You Ze, however, was a little uncomfortable.

Qin Yu was the first to run over to meet old Qin in a wheelchair.

Under the instruction of Qin Shaofeng, the Butler wheeled old Qin back to his previous room. To his surprise, the room was piled up with sundries only in a few days.

Shiyao went over to look and covered her nose in disgust.

“How can anyone live here? Wait, Grandpa Zhang, take my grandfather to the brightest room in this house!”

“Eh…” the Butler blinked reluctantly. The biggest and best room here was occupied by Song Meirong, who he didn’t dare to offend.

“Any questions?”

“Sister.” Shiyao didn’t know when Qin Yu sneaked up behind her, “I know there’s a room available. Grandpa can live there.”

The Butler wheeled old Qin away with Qin Yu. Shiyao’s face fell gloomily.

The atmosphere in the room was somehow tense, and Shi Nian, in particular, was restless.

You Ze was kind enough to sit beside her, automatically offering her some comfort.

“What are we doing here, A’ze?” Shi Nian whispered. She really felt depressed to be here.

You Ze grinned and gave Shi Nian a reassuring wink.

“Don’t worry, mom. You’ll see.”

Although the Qins dared not do anything to them in You Ze’s presence, Shi Nian didn’t want to face those ugly faces in case that she vomited everything she had eaten yesterday.

“Well. Your Grandpa is back. There is nothing of your concern now. You can go.”

Song Meirong ordered arrogantly. Sure enough, she was more confident at her own home!

With a solemn complexion Shi Nian gradually bottled out.

You Ze was leaning back leisurely on the sofa with arms outstretched and legs crossed, not looking like he was going anywhere.

“Who do you mean?”

Shiyao heard Song Meirong’s hollering before she came out of the backyard.

“What? You shouldn’t leave yet?”

Song Meirong said triumphantly.

“Why do we have to? Did grandpa say he’d give you the Qin family?” Shiyao eloquently retorted.

Song Meirong fell in silence, looking a little embarrassed.

“Of course it’s ours. Don’t forget you’ve signed away your right to inherit the Qin family!”

“I’ve sent Grandpa back!” Shiyao answered with a narrowed smile.

“Stop that nonsense!” Qin Shaofeng quickly stood out to ease the tensions, “Yaoyao, it’s not easy for you to come back. Stay as long as you want! Don’t mind your aunt’s babbling.”

“I’m telling the truth! This is the Qin’s house! What does it have to do with Shiyao and her mother?”

The second Mrs. Qin and Qin Zhenglu hurriedly pulled Song Meirong aside. Shiyao smiled and sat down, handing the fruit on the table to her mother and uncle.

They were just sitting here, with no intention of leaving. Qin Shaofeng wanted to speak to You Ze, but You Ze buried himself in his phone, leaving the stage to Shiyao.

The Qins couldn’t be more humbled to You Ze.

Qin Shaofeng didn’t dare to get tough with Shiyao. He was already in a panic just now when the issue of the Qin family’s inheritance was mentioned. After all, it was disgraceful to force Shiyao to sign the agreement.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The crowd looked at each other, one more embarrassed than the other, except for You Ze and Shiyao, who were happy with food and phones games.

“Sir!”

When Shiyao and You Ze were excited, a servant trotted over and whispered a few words to Qin Shaofeng.

Shiyao slightly looked up and saw a middle-aged woman break in.

“Where’s Qin Shaofeng? Tell him to come out!”

The woman, with delicate makeup, looked slim and attractive despite her age.

Qin Shaofeng instantly turned pale.

“Why are you here? I told you to wait for me at home!” Qin Shaofeng scolded her in a low voice, but full of gentleness in his sternness.

At the sight of Qin Shaofeng, the woman threw herself at him in tears.

“You’re a liar! You haven’t been to me lately! Are you trying to dump me again?”

People there all looked aside. What a shame!

Shi Nian sneered. It was really a good show!

On hearing the noise Song Meirong came over, despite of Qin Zhenglu’s obstruction.

“Who are you?”

Qin Zhenglu released her hold on Song Meirong, stocked still.

“Mom?”

Everyone present was stunned. All of s sudden, Song Meirong gave her a slap across the face.

“Who’s she?”

The woman raced over and fought back.

“How dare you hit my daughter?”

Qin Zhenglu covered her face and hid behind the woman, while Song Meirong was momentarily dumbstruck

“Lin Xin, can you stop it?”

Qin Shaofeng pulled her back and kept winking at her to warn her to leave.

“Oh, Dad, what happened to your eyes?”

Shiyao asked with timely concern.

It was then did Song Meirong realized what’s going on. She rushed over and directly tackled Lin Xin to the ground.

“You brazen hussy, home-wrecker, son of a bitch! How dare you come here! You’re gonna die here today!”

Song Meirong gathered all her strength to scratch Lin Xin. Qin Zhenglu pounced on Song and dragged her clothes. For a while, it was chaos over there.

Just as Qin Zhengyu walked into the living room with his little brother, he saw Lin Xin pinned to the ground.

“Mom!”

Tall and strong, he run over to kick Song Meirong aside.

“Mom, are you okay?”

Yangyang hugged Qin Shaofeng’s leg, too scared to speak.

The second Mrs. Qin and Qin Yu hurriedly helped Song Meirong up. Lin Xin awkwardly fixed her hair, her mouth bloodstained.

“Auntie, are you all right?” Qin Yu handed Song Meirong a tissue and looked helplessly at her mother.

“Stop this nonsense or get out of here!”

Qin Shaofeng roared with rage.

“Mom, do you like the show?”

Shiyao leaned toward her mother and whispered with laughter.

Shi Nian patted her head, scarcely forbearing from laughing out loud.