Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Old Green Tea Mrs. Song Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Old Green Tea Mrs. Song Lin Zhiyi ignored Li Huan’s questioning and directly stated her purpose for coming.
Li Huan was astonishingly surprised, at a loss for words.
It took him a while before he hesitated, “Are you sure?”
“Yep.”
“Alright.”
Lin Zhiyi got what she wanted and left.
As soon as she did, Li Huan closed the door and imdiately called Gong Chen.
“Gong Chen, Lin Zhiyi ca to see .”
“Mhm,” Gong Chen responded lightly.
Li Huan was taken aback, “You knew this would happen?”
“Mhm.”
“Heh.” Leaning against the back of his chair, he twirled his pen and said leisurely, “Your niece can’t outplay you, but aren’t you afraid she might do sothing reckless?”
“It’s fine.”
Gong Chen sounded very calm, even as though he had an air of being soone’s support.
Li Huan curled his lips, “Alright, alright, a man’s niece is his to deal with, but you wouldn’t betray , right?”
“Betray what?”
“Did you tell her they call Li Huanhuan? It’s infuriating!”
“I didn’t say anything.” Gong Chen’s voice was restrained.
The pen in Li Huan’s hand suddenly dropped to the floor, and he imdiately felt a chill all around him.
He looked around and said, “I’m not going to lie to you, tomorrow I’m planning to go to the mountains with my mom to make offerings!”
“You still believe in that?”
“I didn’t before, but now I have no choice! Let tell you, recently it’s been really bizarre! Ever since Lin Zhiyi confronted about the child organ donations, I’ve been having the sa dream every night. In the dream, I’m on an operating table, and a seven or eight-year-old girl is holding a scalpel, ready to take my kidneys! The thing is, her face looks too much like Lin Zhiyi’s when she was a kid!”
Each ti Li Huan thought about it, he felt a shiver down his spine.
However, Gong Chen’s voice turned colder, “You still rember what she looked like as a child?”
“I… Out of all I’ve said, that’s what you heard?” Li Huan clutched his chest, nearly keeling over.
“I’m hanging up.”
“I…”
Grumbling, Li Huan stared at the disconnected call.
…
Lin Zhiyi and the other two had returned from the hospital in the early hours.
She soothed Liu He into sleep while Gong Shiyan stood by, filled with self-reproach.
“Uncle, you should also get so rest.”
“Zhiyi, I’m sorry for what happened to you all,” Gong Shiyan’s voice was hoarse.
“Uncle, my mom and I are lucky to have t you. What happened today is not your fault.”
Lin Zhiyi poured him a cup of warm water.
Holding his fist, Gong Shiyan sighed, “The Song Family will co over tomorrow. If you two don’t want to go, I can go alone.”
“No. Uncle, we must be there tomorrow, but no matter what I do, please don’t interfere. Just take good care of my mom, okay?” Lin Zhiyi urged him seriously.
“What are you…”
“Uncle, trust .”
“Fine, no matter what you do tomorrow, I’ll bear the consequences for you. This Song Family, especially Lao San, thinks they can look down on everyone!”
Gong Shiyan’s fist slamd on the mahogany Kang table.
Liu He whimpered and furrowed her brow, and he hurriedly got up to check on her.
Seeing this, Lin Zhiyi left the room to let the two of them comfort each other.
The next day.
Lin Zhiyi followed Liu He and Gong Shiyan to the restaurant.
Early in the morning, Liu He insisted on doing Lin Zhiyi’s makeup, stating she didn’t want the Song family to have anything to laugh at.
Lin Zhiyi, listening to her hoarse voice, couldn’t bear to refuse and let her proceed with the makeup.
Both mother and daughter possessed dazzling beauty; with just a touch of embellishnt, even with just a few hours of sleep, they imdiately captured everyone’s attention upon making an entrance.
Song Wanqiu, who had been chatting with the Song family elders, was instantaneously left out in the cold.
She looked at Lin Zhiyi displeasedly, slightly leaning towards Gong Chen beside her, and laughed lightly, “Third Young Master, Zhiyi’s makeup today is really pretty, unlike , I hardly know how to apply makeup. I just put on so sunscreen and ca over today. It looks like I need to learn from Zhiyi.”
Gong Chen casually glanced up, appearing nonchalant, but his eyes carried an unmistakable sense of dominance and possessiveness.
Lin Zhiyi was dressed in a red dress with a brown belt, her skin was smooth as jade, and her figure shapely.
On her tender neck dangled a delicate, fine platinum chain, with a subtle, shimring light as if it were emanating from within her skin.
It was simple yet captivating.
Mrs. Song, Qin Shuang.
After noticing Gong Chen’s gaze, she slightly exerted force when setting down her teacup, clang, attracting everyone’s attention.
Qin Shuang adjusted her silk herringbone scarf on her shoulders, turning her head toward Liu He with an elegant smile, though her narrow eyes were filled with mockery.
“Second Madam, you’ve really gone to great lengths to welco us. I hope we haven’t disturbed your rest last night?”
The ntion of last night made Liu He shiver, barely keeping composure. Just as she was about to speak, she was held back by Lin Zhiyi.
Lin Zhiyi faced Qin Shuang’s malicious gaze with a full smile.
“Mrs. Song and Miss Song are both so splendidly dressed; naturally, the Gong family must also show so grandeur. After all, our Gong family takes the courtesy of entertaining guests very seriously. Otherwise, you might accuse us of neglect. Isn’t that right? Esteed elders.”
Her implication for Qin Shuang was clear: who was the host and who was the guest, and it was not Qin Shuang’s place to dictate anything in the Gong family.
The elders present were all clever people—could they not grasp the subtext in Qin Shuang’s words?
No matter how little they thought of Liu He, she was still a mber of the Gong family, and it was not for outsiders to criticise her.
An elder with status comnted while tasting her tea, with a hint of sarcasm, “Why does the green tea from the tea estate taste this way this year?”
Another chid in from the side, “This isn’t from our tea estate; it’s so old green tea from another family, claiming to let us taste sothing different. It’s not from our own stock; none of it is presentable.”
“It’s so lacking in manners to serve this to guests. Our family simply cannot accept such impurities.”
“Yes, yes.”
Attendants were called to pour a fresh round of tea.
Qin Shuang and Song Wanqiu, seated to the side, had an ashen complexion and secretly glared at Lin Zhiyi.
Pretending not to notice, Lin Zhiyi helped Liu He to sit down.
Before she even touched the chair, the butler announced the arrival of Old Mr. Gong.
Everyone imdiately stood up to greet him.
Old Mr. Gong, with an authoritative waive of his hand, said, “Sit down, everyone, it’s just a gathering today, no need for formalities.”
As soon as Qin Shuang sat down, she had a rectangular box brought over.
Upon opening, it revealed a finely-crafted sword.
She flattered, “It’s admirable how robust Old Mr. Gong is; it seems that your recent sword practice has been fruitful. Upon hearing this, Wanqiu specially requested a master to custom-make a sword for you. She was a bit shy, fearing she might ‘play the lute to a cow’ in your presence.”
“Mom, stop,” said Song Wanqiu gently as she rose, “Old Mr. Gong, please forgive my presumption. Actually, it’s also because Third Young Master has always kept you in his thoughts, and that’s why I heard about it.”
The mother and daughter duo were truly good at putting on a show.
They praised Old Mr. Gong for his skill with the sword, and Gong Chen for his filial piety, while casually highlighting their own thoughtfulness and consideration.
Old Mr. Gong was indeed pleased, touching the sword he smiled and nodded, “Wanqiu is thoughtful.
Old Mr. Gong never called Wanqiu by na, but today he gave her considerable honor.
Song Wanqiu and Qin Shuang looked much gratified, and their deanors beca more confident.
Now, they finally had the chance to release the anger from earlier’s indirect criticisms.
The mother and daughter exchanged a glance, the corners of their lips slightly curling.
With implied aning, Qin Shuang said, “Second Young Master, are you and Second Madam feeling any better? I heard…”
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