Chapter 79

It's already the third watch of the night, please support me! ...

As Song Chen was passionately embracing Xu Xiaoying, thoroughly enjoying her tenderness and compliance, the atmosphere at his home was so heavy that one could almost hear the sound of heartbeats.

"Maybe... I should call Xiaochen and ask when he'll be back?"

Li Wan's voice was soft and gentle. She kept her head down, looking at her knees, unwilling to raise her head to face her ex-husband. Meeting again, Li Wan felt a sense of change and melancholy. She wasn't a woman with deep scheming, so her words naturally carried an unmasked sarcasm.

"..." Song Hua, holding a cigarette that was almost burned out between his fingers, stared at Li Wan, his expression indescribably gloomy. He forced a smile, put the cigarette in his mouth, took out his Nokia phone from his pocket, and asked softly, "What's his office number?"

"He has a mobile phone, the number is..."

Li Wan was about to give her son's mobile number when Song Hua raised his eyebrows and his voice suddenly rose, "He bought a mobile phone?"

Hearing her ex-husband's voice, which was so heavy it could drip with water, Li Wan nervously twisted her hands and said in a low voice, "He's had it for a month!"

Enraged, Song Hua picked up the phone and was about to throw it on the ground, but seeing Li Wan's terrified face, he let his hand fall limply.

Sitting back on the sofa, Song Hua placed the phone on the coffee table and pinched the cigarette butt in the ashtray for a long time before saying dejectedly, "How long has it been? Even though we divorced, I never thought that the father-son relationship would become so estranged that even the most convenient way to contact each other is not shared."

Li Wan, hearing this, felt a heavy burden in her heart lighten, but also thought it was not right to feel this way. Torn between pity and happiness, she finally said, "Maybe he forgot!"

"I am his father!" Song Hua shouted loudly.

"You are!" Li Wan mustered the courage, feeling a sense of satisfaction that her son had stood up to him, and said coldly, "But you already have Song Zhi!"

"So what? He is the eldest son, what does he have to worry about? If it weren't for your interference back then, he would have been the future heir of the Da Song Group!" Song Hua's expression stiffened, and he stood up, shouting in rebuttal.

"You are always so selfish..." Li Wan slowly stood up, her sadness evident, "Song Hua, ask yourself! If Xiaochen returns to your Song family, will he be happy? Can you say in front of me that your wife will willingly take care of him?"

"You..." Pointing at his ex-wife, Song Hua was speechless in the face of her questioning. As Li Wan and Shi Dongsheng had reminded him, perhaps the cold father-son relationship between him and Song Chen could still be salvaged, but his current wife, Huang Zhen, had become an insurmountable obstacle between them!

Just as the atmosphere became tense, the doorbell suddenly rang. Li Wan was taken aback, thinking her son had forgotten his keys. She glanced at Song Hua, wiped the tears from her eyes, and went to open the door. Song Hua, thinking Song Chen had returned, put away his anger and sat back on the sofa with a somber expression.

Opening the door, Li Wan was speechless when she saw the visitor.

It was Zhang Ruoxi.

Zhang Ruoxi, carrying a shoulder bag and holding a white bag, raised it and smiled sweetly, "Ding dong ding dong! Auntie, it's fish ball soup! I specially brought it from a friend's place; the fish balls there are delicious!"

"Oh... oh... oh! Ruoxi, that's too much trouble! Thank you for your hard work!" Li Wan forced a smile, took the bag packed in a plastic box, and glanced down the corridor, not seeing Song Chen with Zhang Ruoxi. She couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Hasn't my Xiaochen finished work yet?"

She had thought Song Chen would have returned home after dinner. Zhang Ruoxi, who had decided to stay at her boyfriend's place for the night after returning to school, was surprised to find he wasn't back. She could only guess where he was enjoying himself.

A flash of pain crossed Zhang Ruoxi's eyes, but she smiled without showing it, "Yes! He might stay at the company tonight! Auntie, you know he's been busy with recruitment; he might even sleep in the office!"

"Is that so? The company is close to home, sigh!" Li Wan habitually muttered, then took Zhang Ruoxi's hand and smiled, "Don't stand in the doorway, come in! It's getting late, stay here for the night! Maybe Xiaochen will come back later!"

Hugging Li Wan's arm, Zhang Ruoxi smiled, "Alright, I left two pieces of clothing here last time to wash and forgot to take them! I can take them tomorrow! ... Oh!"

Only then did Zhang Ruoxi notice Song Hua sitting on the sofa. She gasped in surprise, stood still, and asked softly, "Auntie, who is this?" In fact, from the resemblance to Song Chen, Zhang Ruoxi had a vague idea of who he was.

Li Wan glanced at the surprised Song Hua and said coolly, "Oh, that's Xiaochen's father."

Although she had an idea, Zhang Ruoxi was still surprised. She put down her shoulder bag, held it with both hands, and bowed slightly to Song Hua, saying softly, "Uncle, hello! I'm Zhang Ruoxi, Chen's girlfriend!"

"Ah?" Seeing the close relationship between Li Wan and Zhang Ruoxi, Song Hua was speechless with shock.

How much did he not know about his son's life?

"Never mind..." Song Hua sighed, stood up, glanced at the young and beautiful Zhang Ruoxi, and said to Li Wan, "We'll talk about it next time. Just tell Xiaochen I need to talk to him. You know my phone number, have him call me!"

Li Wan moved her lips but said nothing, only silently watching Song Hua leave.

Watching Song Hua's firm and authoritative back, Zhang Ruoxi was silent for a moment before asking Li Wan cautiously, "Auntie, according to what Chen said, Uncle hasn't appeared since your divorce... for a long time, right? What brings him here today?"

Li Wan sighed, her voice uncertain, "Who knows? I heard Xiaochen is doing business outside, as a father... he has to show some concern!" Holding the bag of fish ball soup, Li Wan walked to the kitchen with a worried expression.

Seeing Li Wan's self-pitying demeanor, Zhang Ruoxi couldn't help but shake her head and smile bitterly. But thinking about her own situation, she felt she wasn't much better off. She murmured to herself, "Maybe I did something wrong to him in a past life and owe him? Otherwise, why would I tolerate it?"

In Xiaonanyuan, Xu Xiaoying's bedroom, a small space of only a dozen square meters, the wooden bed from the early 1990s was empty, the bare wooden boards illuminated by the moonlight, covered in dust. On the floor, however, thick quilts were spread out, the quilt raised high, indicating someone was inside.

The air was thick with the scent of passion. The moonlight filtered through the glass window, casting a glow on the long hair spilling out from under the quilt. Song Chen pulled the quilt down a bit, revealing the entangled figures beneath.

"You were so proactive tonight, did you miss me?"