Jiang Yurong was the first to notice that Song Lan was crying and covered her lips in surprise.
"Oh Song Lan, why are you crying? Is my cooking not delicious?"
She was frantically trying to pull out a piece of paper and give it to Song Lan.
Song Lan turned his head away and did not answer.
She took out a piece of paper and blew her nose gently, her eyes turning a faint red, like smoke.
She is not as cold as snow and unapproachable as before.
"No, it's pretty good."
Her tone was still calm. Jiang Yurong seemed to have done something wrong and cast her helpless eyes on He Chaozhi.
"Chaozhi, how about you coax Song Lan?"
He Chaozhi put down his chopsticks, lifted Song Lan's chin, and wiped away her warm tears with his fingertips.
"Is it so delicious that I almost cried?"
As soon as the man's handsome face was magnified in front of him, Chu Yan suddenly didn't want to cry anymore.
She is really crazy.
Even though her father was still lying on the hospital bed, her aunt had repeatedly taught her that Jiang Yurong was her enemy.
Why does she still cry when she eats Jiang Yurong's food?
This is the first time she has tasted Jiang Yurong's cooking in her grown up life. She must have been doing this for He Chaozhi for so many years, right?
Song Lan raised her eyebrows and said in a cold voice, "I have no relatives. It's the first time I eat food cooked by my family. It's inevitable that I'll get emotional."
Jiang Yurong showed a look of regret, "I see...it doesn't matter, I can do it more often in the future, eat more, and see how thin you become."
Jiang Yurong used serving chopsticks to pick up a few pieces of ribs and gave them to Song Lan.
The gentle smile was the same as in Song Lan's dream.
Song Lan stared at her blankly. Realizing that he had lost his composure, he quickly looked away and chewed his ribs in silence.
"I didn't expect you to be so emotional. I thought your heart was as cold as your appearance."
He Chaozhi joked and said no more.
After finishing the meal, Song Lan stood up and cleared the table.
Jiang Yurong put on her apron again and came over, "Put it down, I'll do it."
"You——" Song Lan was stunned.
He Chaozhi passed behind her with a calm and dignified tone.
"Let Aunt Rong do it, she loves doing these little things."
Jiang Yurong also smiled and said, "Just leave it to me. I will often help them cook and clean up."
She didn't seem to mind at all He Chaozhi's indifference and casualness towards her.
Song Lan bit her red lips and silently handed her the bowl and chopsticks.
Isn't Jiang Yurong a noble lady or a wife in the He family?
How come you can do this kind of chore easily?
As if sensing Song Lan's doubts, He Chaozhi pulled her to sit down, his handsome features showing coolness.
"She has an average family background. She married into the He family from a high position, and she hasn't given birth to a child for many years. Over the years, no matter how much the old man dotes on her, his affection for her has also faded. She has to do something to please the old man, so don't worry about it.
"
He Chaozhi's face was obscured by the thick steam of tea, but his voice was as cold as ever.
"The He family is not a family that everyone can reach. This is her own choice, and she has to live with it."
Song Lan's eyelashes trembled suddenly.
She glanced at He Chaozhi faintly, with a dimple on her lips.
"Young Master He is right, of course you have to live with the path you choose."
She would not make the same mistake as Jiang Yurong and entrust herself to an arrogant man.
After washing the dishes, Jiang Yurong took off her apron and walked out. She walked to the living room and took the initiative to hold Song Lan's hand.
Song Lan subconsciously wanted to struggle, but was held tightly by Jiang Yurong.
"Song Lan, I know you have misunderstood me, but I think you are very good, and you are right with Chaozhi. If you don't mind, you can tell me what's on your mind, don't be alone, eh?"
Song Lan lowered her eyes, her long hair falling down like a waterfall, covering her face as white as snow.
"Actually, I still have a relative left in the world."
"Really? Then why don't you reunite with him?" Jiang Yurong asked in surprise.
She thought Song Lan was really an orphan.
Although Song Lan repeatedly contradicted her, Jiang Yurong inexplicably did not have any ill intentions towards Song Lan.
On the contrary, I want to get closer even more.
"My father has been bedridden for many years. Living is no different from being dead." Song Lan said indifferently, "The doctor said that it is very likely that he will never wake up again."
"Sorry, I didn't expect to talk about your sadness."
Jiang Yurong patted the back of Song Lan's hand regretfully and said distressedly, "Then you must have had a very hard time. I really hope your father can wake up."
Song Lan said nothing.
She raised her head silently and glanced at Jiang Yurong quietly.
Jiang Yurong's eyes were sincere and gentle, and she seemed to be really sad for her, not pretending.
Song Lan pursed her lips, suddenly curious, if Jiang Yurong knew that she was her daughter one day.
Her unworthy husband had been in a vegetative state for more than ten years on the hospital bed.
What should you feel like?
…
He Chaozhi walked out of the study for the third time and came to the living room.
Seeing that the woman was still talking to Jiang Yurong, his face finally darkened completely.
"Aunt Rong."
He Chaozhi raised the corners of his mouth, his smile not reaching his eyes, "It's already so late, if you don't go back, the old man will get angry, right?"
He Mingchuan has a tough personality and a strong desire to control.
Jiang Yurong also realized this and stood up with a smile.
"Look at me, I'm so in love with Song Lan that I've forgotten the time. Then Song Lan, we'll see you next time, I'm going back first."
Jiang Yurong said, looking at Song Lan reluctantly before leaving.
Strange to say, she obviously had nothing to do with Song Lan, but she seemed to have endless things to say with her.
Jiang Yurong thought that maybe she was really too lonely in the He family.
After Jiang Yurong left, He Chao went downstairs, picked up Song Lan and took her into the bedroom.
"Everyone has left, why do you still look unhappy?"
Song Lan turned around and ignored him.
Jiang Yurong's words just now were still echoing in her ears.
Jiang Yurong, have you forgotten your father?
"Lanlan——"
The man's low magnetic call came to his ears. Song Lan turned around and saw the man holding his head with one hand and saying with a smile.
"Do you want to finish the rest of the interview today?"
Song Lan lowered her eyelashes, "I'm not in the mood today... hmm."
He Chaozhi leaned over and kissed her lips before she finished speaking.
By the way, he took out a manuscript recorder and other things from her bag, and while kissing her, he gasped, "I've been putting it off for several days, don't put it off any longer, or I'll get angry."
Being provoked by He Chaozhi, Song Lan also became angry.
She hugged He Chaozhi's neck softly, buried her little face on the man's chest, and let He Chaozhi's hot palms move around her waist.
"I have to go to work tomorrow, so don't mess around."
"Okay, don't mess around, and I promise you won't make it till dawn." He Chaozhi lightly pecked her earlobe and said with a smile.
He Chaozhi did restrain himself a little this time, but Song Lan was still too tired to open his eyelids.
He Chaozhi carried her to clean her, but Song Lan didn't even open her eyes, kicked him, and fell asleep unconsciously.
