Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son-Chapter 71 - Make Do

Later, while changing her clothes, Ye Zhenzhen thought to herself that saying this plastic husband was cold and heartless seemed a little bit inappropriate.

Although the man rarely came home, he would provide an unlimited black card for his wife and managed her life in an exceedingly clear-cut manner…

Song Yuchen, with a wide grin, expressed pride all over his face, “Of course, I’m as handsome as my dad!”

The little one turned his gaze toward the man who had risen from the sofa, “Dad, isn’t Ye Zhenzhen very pretty?”

Ye Zhenzhen: …

Little friend, can you not always be so abrupt?

To be honest, she felt a bit embarrassed by the little one’s question and, swallowing nervously, she quickly said, “I’m ready, let’s go.”

She knew that the father and son had been waiting for her.

Song Jinze’s gaze lightly swept over Ye Zhenzhen’s radiant, delicate face and he responded indifferently, “Passable.”

Passable?

If her looks were considered “passable,” then it could only be said that this man must have eyes on top of his head.

Ye Zhenzhen headed straight for the entrance; the household staff had already placed the shoes she had just picked out at the entrance, and she swapped her slippers for them.

The little one, tilting his head, pursued the question, “Dad, does ‘passable’ mean very pretty?”

The man’s thin lips remained unmoved, “Mhm.”

Ye Zhenzhen: Heh! Noncommittal.

She didn’t necessarily want the man to compliment her beauty, his words were of no concern to her.

But she just couldn’t stand the way he spoke, it was so…

Aggravating!

On the road, the one driving was the family’s chauffeur.

Ye Zhenzhen and the father and son were sitting inside the stretched luxury car, she and Xiao Chen on one side, while Song Jinze sat opposite them.

From the Hongshan Villa District to the Yunxi Li Villa District, where the Song family elders lived, the drive needed over 40 minutes. It was around 19:00, peak traffic time, and the road was somewhat congested.

If you said that the car had a lot of space, it truly was much larger than a standard car, but if you said it was small, it honestly felt quite cramped—so cramped that whenever Ye Zhenzhen shifted her gaze from the window, it would fall on the man sitting opposite her.

Ever since he had gotten into the car, the man had been busy working on a tablet, genuinely occupied.

After Ye Zhenzhen had looked out of the still window for the umpteenth time and once again turned to look at the man, he finally spoke up, “If you have something to say, just say it.”

Ye Zhenzhen: …

What could she possibly have to say?

Song Jinze kept his head down as he spoke in an indifferent tone, “No need to deliberately look out the window or at me. If you want to ask or say something, just be direct.”

His tone was even and lacked the impatience of Ye Zhenzhen’s first day.

It was also apparent from his diction that his attitude had improved significantly.

Ye Zhenzhen hummed dejectedly and spoke up, “President Song, since you’re so busy, why bother joining us for the meal? Isn’t this a bit of a waste of your precious time?”

Could this man possibly say it was because she had been injured, and by a fluke, she had helped further his business, so now he was magnanimously bringing her home…

Ye Zhenzhen thought to herself, “Man, if you dare answer like that, I, Ye Zhenzhen, will utterly disdain you from the bottom of my heart!”

She then saw the man’s eyebrows lift slightly as he took his phone from one side, his slender fingertips tapping the screen a few times before he handed it to her with the screen facing her.

Displayed on the screen was the WeChat application;

the timestamp was from a month ago.

[Ye Zhenzhen]: Grandfather called again today asking me to come home for a meal. I don’t want to go alone, let’s go together when you return.

[Song Jinze]: Mm.

Ye Zhenzhen: This…

Song Jinze put away his phone, still looking indifferent, “But don’t overthink it—it’s not all about you. I’ve been quite busy in the past six months and haven’t seen Grandfather in a long time, so it’s a good opportunity to visit him.”

Fine.

Ye Zhenzhen felt that the slight embarrassment that had just begun to bubble up inside of her was completely washed away by his words.

In situations where she was at a conversational disadvantage, the best way to avoid discomfort was simply to keep her mouth shut and stay quiet.

Xiao Chen blinked as he looked back and forth between the two adults before happily saying, “I haven’t seen Great Grandfather, Grandfather, and Grandmother for several days, either. I miss them a lot!”

Ye Zhenzhen smiled, “Yes, Xiao Chen will see them soon!”

…

In the Yunxi Li Villa District,

the family of three entered the house to be greeted by Madam Song. Noticing that Song Jinze had also come, she teased with a hint of jest, “Oh, our family’s busy man has actually arrived today. Quite the rare guest!”

Song Jinze’s lips twitched slightly, “Mom, I have truly been busy lately.”

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“Yes, indeed busy, busy enough to think you popped out of a rock crevice, right? You must’ve forgotten you have parents and family!”

Xiao Yuchen raised his little face and called out, “Grandma, didn’t Sun Wukong come out of a rock crevice? How could it be Daddy?”

Madam Song laughed as she picked up her grandson, “Well, that’s a question for your father to answer!”

Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips, struggling to hold back her laughter.

After changing shoes, she called out, “Mom!”

“Come sit down, Zhenzhen. It’s cold outside, isn’t it? Come over here and have a cup of herbal tea. I just brewed it.”

Song Jinze frowned slightly and followed behind the two women, saying softly, “I’ll come back when I have time.”

Hearing her son’s words, Madam Song laughed, “I’ll believe you one last time.”

Ye Zhenzhen sat down on the sofa with Madam Song, and Xiao Chen sat on his grandmother’s laps. A servant came over to pour tea for both her and Song Jinze.

Old Master Song came out from his room in a wheelchair, “Zhenzhen, Xiao Chen, you’ve arrived…”

Before the old master could finish speaking, noticing Song Jinze sitting on one side of the sofa, his smiling expression changed slightly, “You little rascal, you actually remember to come back!”

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