Chapter 89

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Song Hua, who is worldly and shrewd, how could he not know that inviting his eldest son home for dinner was inappropriate?

However, the last time, what should have been a joyous occasion was ruined by Song Chen's nonsensical remarks, leading to an unpleasant end. As a half-brother from the same father but different mothers, Song Chen had not even taken a good look at his adorable younger brother... Therefore, for this family gathering, Song Hua warned his wife Huang Zhen with an unprecedented cold tone, telling her not to speak out of turn.

At first, Huang Zhen did not understand why her husband suddenly cared about that woman's son and even changed from being doting to cold. Later, when her father called, she learned that Song Chen had built a surprising career from scratch. This made Huang Zhen very worried, believing that Song Hua might persuade Song Chen to return home, which would undoubtedly pose a great threat to her own son, Song Zhi's position.

What worried her even more was that the more outstanding Song Chen became, the more likely Song Hua would choose to reconcile with Li Wan. This was a result she absolutely could not accept. Especially when Song Hua took the matter so seriously that he warned her, it deepened her anxiety. Now, her mood was like a rainy sky, dark and gloomy.

"Oh, oh, oh... My little Zhi is so cute! ... Daughter, don't worry too much. Your husband and I know very well that he is not someone who easily changes his mind! He can't get over the embarrassment of breaking off the engagement!"

For some vague purpose and convenience, although the Song family hired a nanny, Huang Zhen still had her mother live in Song Hua's villa to take care of Song Zhi. Although they were not short of money, a nanny could never be as close as family. So, after getting her son-in-law's approval, Huang Zhen's mother, Yue Hua, moved into the Song family's house to help her daughter take care of the child after she was discharged from the hospital.

Seeing her daughter's worried expression, Yue Hua, holding the swaddled baby, pursed her lips and said indifferently, "Besides, didn't your father say? Although Song Chen's business is doing well, so what? It just makes your husband more anxious! Don't forget how that bull talked back then? He said he would step on the Da Song Group! Ha ha! What a lunatic!"

"Big talk is big talk, but the results are real!" Huang Zhen sighed, her young and beautiful face showing worry and cunning that did not match her age. "No matter what, Mom! My husband's words are heavy, so don't speak out of turn during dinner, or it will make things difficult for me!"

"Got it, got it! I know what to do!" Yue Hua was indifferent to her daughter's concerns, but since she said it, it must be her son-in-law's warning through her. Although she was unhappy, she nodded helplessly.

"My husband is about to finish work, and that person should be coming soon. I'll go out to prepare!"

...

Song Chen quickly finished work at the company, but he did not immediately go to his father's house. Instead, he waited at home for his mother Li Wan to return from Xu Xiaoling's place and had a light dinner with her before going to the Song family villa.

Using a light and playful tone, Song Chen said to his mother, "I'm afraid if I go to Dad's house for dinner, I won't eat much and will have to leave quickly! I'll be hungry when I get home!" Li Wan understood the comforting meaning behind her son's playful words and, with red-rimmed eyes, thanked heaven for giving her such a good son countless times.

When Song Chen arrived at the villa complex, it was already dark, and the cold, wet, and windy weather was still raining. Water droplets seeped through the gaps in the umbrella and hit the exposed skin on his neck, making him involuntarily shiver.

Standing at the villa door, his father called to urge him, and only then did he realize that his son had just arrived. The nanny opened the door, but Song Hua himself had already come over.

"Dad!" Song Chen greeted with a calm expression.

Seeing his son's cold and indifferent demeanor, as if he were not greeting his own father, Song Hua's expression tightened, and he forced a smile, stepping aside. "The dishes are ready, just waiting for you! Come in quickly! It's cold outside!"

The nanny closed the villa's heavy wooden door, blocking out the cold air outside. Song Chen lightly patted the water droplets off his down jacket, glanced at Song Hua, and quickly shifted his gaze to the figure behind Song Hua.

Huang Zhen walked out from the grand living room, followed by Yue Hua, who was holding a dark red swaddled baby. Seeing Song Chen, Huang Zhen tried to force a gentle smile, but filled with hatred for Song Chen, she found it difficult and gave up, speaking in a neutral tone, "You're here!"

If Song Chen's tone was like greeting an acquaintance, then Huang Zhen's tone was like greeting a familiar stranger. Yue Hua, forgetting her daughter's warning, muttered, "The food is cold!"

Faced with such a scene, Song Hua, who had great expectations for his eldest son's return, was ultimately disappointed. At this moment, his heart was as cold and gloomy as the weather outside, twisted with frost.

"Oh!" Song Chen did not mind Yue Hua's arrogant attitude, just raising an eyebrow and smiling. But don't expect him to be meek and submissive like in his previous life! "It's fine, the poor don't pick their food, a few bites to fill the stomach will do!"

Speaking in such a sarcastic manner, the nanny, who had been waiting at the door for Song Chen to enter, changed her expression in shock and, fearing the worst, quietly left to prepare the meal.

Song Hua glared at his wife, whose face was ashen, his cheek twitching. He glanced at the baby in his mother-in-law's arms and cleared his throat, smiling, "Look at your little brother!"

"Um..."

Even though Song Zhi had never taken him seriously in the years to come, Song Chen's words to Zhai Yan, "I don't hate Song Zhi," were not insincere. So, hearing Song Hua's attempt to lighten the mood, he did not push it and was about to step forward to hold the baby. However, Yue Hua instinctively turned her body slightly, holding the baby protectively, as if Song Chen had once intended to harm his little brother.

Even if it was an instinctive reaction, the intense and obvious rejection not only made Huang Zhen's face pale but also made Song Hua extremely embarrassed. When Yue Hua realized her overreaction, she understood the trouble it would bring to her daughter...

Song Chen simply patted his forehead and laughed, "Sorry, I forgot that you can't hold a baby if you're not married! I'm really sorry!"

"Let's eat!"

Song Hua was furious but did not want to show it in front of his son. Clenching his fists, he said in a hoarse voice and walked to the kitchen without looking back.

Huang Zhen was annoyed by her mother's lack of consideration, but since things had reached this point, she felt relieved. She smiled and said, "I heard you like stir-fried beef with water bamboo. I made it myself, I hope you eat more!"

Song Chen was flattered and smiled, "Then I must be very honored. Even if I get a stomachache, I'll finish it!"

Huang Zhen did not want to call Song Chen by name, and Song Chen did not want to call her "Aunt Zhen" either. Facing the "barbs" in Song Chen's words, Huang Zhen smiled indifferently and walked to the kitchen with her mother. Song Chen sneered and followed silently.

At the oval wooden table, Song Hua sat at the head, with Song Chen and Huang Zhen and Yue Hua sitting opposite each other. The four of them ate in silence, with only little Song Zhi occasionally making playful sounds.

Not mentioning that Song Chen had already eaten some food to pad his stomach, the cold and tense atmosphere in the grand, European-style kitchen made even the most exquisite dishes seem tasteless. Such a tangled and heart-wrenching relationship left even Song Chen, who had long known the situation, helpless.

"Have you heard that your computer business is doing well?" Song Hua asked in a gentle tone.

"Pretty good! About a hundred thousand a month!"

"So high? How much did you invest?" Not only was Song Hua surprised, but Huang Zhen and Yue Hua were also taken aback.

"About thirty thousand!"

Song Hua had learned from Shi Dongsheng that Zhai Kuo Electronics had bought his son's electric product idea for a million, plus the mortgage on the house, which provided the investment funds. He was concerned about one thing: "You can recoup your costs in two months, which is not bad! But since the computer business is so profitable, why didn't you invest more and instead create Chenxing Company? I heard you're hiring people every day, what for?"

"Internet products! It's very popular now! The newspapers talk about the internet economy and internet industry, all referring to this!" Song Chen smiled.

Yue Hua could not stand Song Chen's radiant smile, finding it more glaring than the luxurious European chandelier overhead. She wanted to say something sarcastic, but remembering that she had just angered her son-in-law, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

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