Hearing that Meng Yajing was ill, Zhai Cheng and Song Ge rushed to the old mansion in a hurry. However, as soon as they entered, they saw Meng Yajing busy preparing the meal. Her face was rosy. Where did she look like a sick person?
When Meng Yajing saw the two of them coming, her joy was evident. "You're here. We can start the meal right away. I've prepared your favorite dishes."
Zhai Cheng first let out a sigh of relief, then looked reproachful. "Mom, weren't you ill? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Meng Yajing seemed a bit embarrassed, probably because she had lied. "I just missed you. If I hadn't said I was ill, would you have come to see me?"
Zhai Cheng rubbed his forehead, looking helpless with a reproachful tone. "How could you lie by pretending to be ill?"
Meng Yajing naturally noticed that Zhai Cheng was angry. She lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong and didn't dare to make a sound.
The atmosphere became a bit awkward.
Song Ge actually understood quite well. When Zhai Cheng received the call, he was completely distracted, which showed that he was very worried about Meng Yajing.
After a while, she was the first to break the silence. "It's good that you're okay, Auntie. We'll come to see you more often in the future."
Meng Yajing looked up and regained her smile. She affectionately took Song Ge's hand. "Song Ge is the most sensible."
"Madam, it's time for dinner." The servant reminded them and put the bowls and chopsticks on the table.
At the dinner table, Meng Yajing kept putting food into Song Ge's bowl. The food in the bowl piled up like a small mountain. "Eat more."
Song Ge wanted to say something, but seeing Meng Yajing's enthusiasm, the words died on her lips. "Okay." In fact, she felt rather pitiful inside.
Zhai Cheng caught a glimpse of Song Ge's frowning expression from the corner of his eye. "Mom, that's enough. She can serve herself."
Meng Yajing glared at Zhai Cheng. When she looked at Song Ge, her face was full of smiles. "Eat quickly, eat quickly."
Song Ge ate until her stomach was about to burst, and only then did Meng Yajing let her off.
"Song Ge, you're too thin. Girls should be a bit plumper to have an easier time giving birth."
Song Ge was shocked all over. She subconsciously looked at Zhai Cheng, her ears turning red.
Zhai Cheng drank his soup expressionlessly, as if he had heard nothing. However, the slight tremor of his hand just now had already betrayed him, but no one noticed.
Meng Yajing pulled Song Ge up and sat on the sofa in the living room. As enthusiastic as ever, she stroked Song Ge's hand with one hand and sighed. "I took a fancy to you the first time I saw you. Moreover, I think you and our Zhai Cheng are a perfect match. I hope you can help him more in the future, both in life and at work."
Song Ge didn't know what to say. They actually had nothing to do with each other! She tried to explain. "Auntie, Zhai Cheng and I are just..."
"Let me show you Zhai Cheng's childhood photos." Meng Yajing interrupted her and rummaged through the photo album of Zhai Cheng's childhood on her own.
Song Ge looked at Zhai Cheng, who was sitting not far away with his head down looking at his phone, for help. As if sensing her gaze, the latter looked up expressionlessly, then lowered his head again.
Sighing, Song Ge deeply understood the saying that it's better to rely on yourself than on others.
She didn't dislike Meng Yajing. On the contrary, she liked her. It was just that Meng Yajing was too enthusiastic and always said some strange things that she didn't know how to respond to.
Meng Yajing was holding a photo album. It looked like it had been around for some years, but it was still very new, as if the owner regarded it as a precious treasure.
"This was taken when Zhai Cheng was one month old." Meng Yajing glanced at Zhai Cheng not far away and sighed. "In a blink of an eye, he's grown up so much."
He was no longer like when he was a child, always following her around.
Meng Yajing managed her emotions and continued to look through the following photos. "This was taken when Zhai Cheng won the Olympic Math Award in the second grade of primary school."
"This was from the physics competition." When Meng Yajing talked about Zhai Cheng, her eyes were full of pride.
Song Ge knew that Zhai Cheng was very outstanding, but she didn't expect that he had been so outstanding since childhood.
Suddenly, Meng Yajing saw a certain photo and couldn't help laughing out loud. "This one is the funniest. You'd better be prepared." She covered the photo with her hand to create a sense of mystery.
Song Ge's curiosity was piqued. Meng Yajing removed her hand. It was a photo of a little girl in a pink dress, but something about it seemed strange.
Seeing Song Ge's confused look, Meng Yajing explained. "I like girls, but Zhai Cheng is a boy, so..."
Song Ge pointed at the photo in surprise, finding it unbelievable. "This is Zhai Cheng?"
"Yeah."
Song Ge took a closer look. It did look quite similar. However, Zhai Cheng looked quite good in women's clothing. She couldn't help but want to laugh.
Meng Yajing moved closer to Song Ge and lowered her voice. "This is the last remaining one. You mustn't let Zhai Cheng see it."
Song Ge nodded involuntarily. Subconsciously, she looked in Zhai Cheng's direction and only then noticed that he was gone.
"Where's Zhai Cheng?"
Meng Yajing didn't care. She pulled Song Ge up. "Don't worry about him. I'll show you the decoration inside."
Song Ge nodded and followed Meng Yajing's steps.
In the villa's yard, on a bench.
The man was on the phone, his voice deep. "Come over later."
The other party probably said something like "okay", and the call ended. Zhai Cheng looked up at the brightly lit villa in front of him. No one knew what was on his mind.
"This is a guest room. There are many other guest rooms similar to this one." Meng Yajing introduced patiently.
Song Ge noticed that there were many photos in the corridor leading to the upstairs and in the corridor of the rooms. Most of them were of Zhai Cheng and Meng Yajing, but there were no family photos.
Why was that?
Meng Yajing led Song Ge into a room. A pleasant perfume smell stimulated their noses. The black, white, and gray decoration style was simple, exactly the same as the style of Zhai Cheng's villa.
"This is Zhai Cheng's room."
Song Ge nodded. She had already guessed it in her heart.
Suddenly, Meng Yajing became a bit sentimental, looking desolate. "This child, Zhai Cheng, has actually had a tough time. He..."
Just as the words were about to come out, Meng Yajing stopped. She wiped away the tears that were about to fall from her eyes. "Let's not talk about this. I'll take you to the garden. You'll like it."
Song Ge wanted to ask what Meng Yajing was going to say. She hesitated, but in the end, she didn't ask anything.
As soon as they went downstairs, they saw Zhai Cheng sitting in the living room, presumably dealing with official business.
Hearing the sound, Zhai Cheng looked up. "I've called the family doctor. He'll check you later."
"I'm fine." Meng Yajing pouted like a child.
Seeing this situation, Song Ge guessed that the two were about to argue again. She quickly interrupted. "Just think of it as a regular physical examination. If there's anything uncomfortable, it can be treated in time."
"Okay." Meng Yajing seemed easy to talk to.