Seeing Song Ge persuade his mother so easily, Zhai Cheng let out a soft laugh. "I'm starting to feel like I'm going to fall out of favor," he said, putting a hand on his forehead with a look of distress.
Meng Yajing also generously took Song Ge's hand, loving her to bits. "If Song Ge can't be my daughter - in - law, I'll adopt her as my goddaughter."
Song Ge blushed instantly. She stole a glance at Zhai Cheng from the corner of her eye. "Auntie, what are you talking about?"
"Haha, are you getting shy?" Meng Yajing teased Song Ge. In her eyes, Song Ge would surely become her daughter - in - law one day. Moreover, she could tell that her son had feelings for Song Ge, which made her anxious.
Zhai Cheng shook his head helplessly. With his mother's aggressive approach, Song Ge would surely be scared away. "Mom, you're scaring her."
Meng Yajing shot a glare at Zhai Cheng, as if saying, "If you don't make a move soon, Song Ge will be snatched away by someone else."
Caught in the middle, Song Ge felt very awkward, so she chose to keep silent. It was the safest option.
"You guys talk. I'll go deal with some work," Zhai Cheng said, then he carried his laptop to the garden and continued working.
Meng Yajing and Song Ge sat on the sofa in the hall and chatted.
"Song Ge, to be honest, do you like our Zhai Cheng?" Meng Yajing asked directly.
Song Ge instinctively lowered her head, her face blushing. She didn't know what to say.
"If you really become my daughter - in - law, we can go shopping and cook together. I'm thinking, Zhai Cheng is not young anymore. You two can start preparing for a baby right after you get married, and then I can hold my grandson."
Meng Yajing rambled on and on. Song Ge kept her head down, wishing she could find a hole to hide in.
"I'll find an opportunity to invite your parents out for a meal," Meng Yajing said, already starting to make arrangements impatiently.
Song Ge was helpless. They weren't even together yet.
Meng Yajing probably noticed Song Ge's shyness and stopped talking about this topic. Instead, they chatted about some daily things.
Suddenly, Song Ge remembered the photos she saw in the corridor and the room just now. She was confused why there was no photo of Zhai Qintian.
"Song Ge? Song Ge?" Hearing the voice, Song Ge suddenly woke up and gave an embarrassed smile.
"What were you thinking about?" Meng Yajing asked.
Song Ge hesitated whether to ask. After all, it was someone else's family matter, and it might seem abrupt.
Seeing Song Ge's hesitant look, Meng Yajing took her hand naturally. "Just say what you want. Don't hold back." She already regarded Song Ge as a part of the family.
Song Ge glanced at Zhai Cheng outside and then lowered her voice. "I just saw the photos in the corridor. Why are there only photos of you and Zhai Cheng? There's no photo of Uncle."
Meng Yajing's face turned pale, and her eyes became dull. Her two hands instinctively rubbed together. She didn't say a word for a long time.
Song Ge realized she had asked something inappropriate and tried to smooth things over. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. I was just asking casually."
Suddenly, Meng Yajing slapped her own leg, as if she had remembered something important. "I just remembered there are some pastries I prepared in the kitchen. I'll go get them. You'll definitely like them."
Before Song Ge could say anything, Meng Yajing had already got up and gone to the kitchen.
Song Ge thought that probably Zhai Cheng didn't have a good relationship with his father, so when it came to him, Meng Yajing didn't want to talk about it, and there wasn't even a single group photo.
She looked at the figure outside, squinting slightly, thinking that she would find an opportunity to ask him later.
Suddenly, the door of the hall was pushed open. A man came in from outside, bringing in a bit of the cool wind. Between his eyebrows, one could see a shadow of Zhai Cheng.
His eagle - like eyes paused on Song Ge for two seconds and then moved away.
Just this one look made Song Ge shiver. She instinctively got up and smiled politely. "Hello, Uncle."
Zhai Qintian didn't move. He squinted his eyes, as if trying to figure out who this person in front of him was.
His deep voice echoed in the hall. "Who are you?"
Just as Song Ge was about to speak, Meng Yajing came out of the kitchen with the pastries. She didn't notice that Zhai Qintian had come back yet and greeted Song Ge. "These pastries are really delicious."
Then she looked in the direction Song Ge was looking at, and the smile on her face froze a bit. She explained proactively, "You're back." Then she looked at Song Ge. "This is Song Ge. She came to our house before."
The man seemed to have an impression and nodded slightly. He took off his coat and hung it on the hanger skillfully.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Meng Yajing took the pastries and walked up to Zhai Qintian proactively, looking a bit obsequious. "These pastries are really delicious. Do you want to try one?" As she spoke, she had already picked up a pastry and put it in front of Zhai Qintian's mouth.
Zhai Qintian's gaze fell on Meng Yajing, making people shudder.
Standing beside them, Song Ge shivered all over. She admitted that she was afraid of Zhai Qintian. She finally understood why Zhai Cheng was so cold.
"I don't like it," Zhai Qintian said and then went upstairs directly. He didn't say a single word to Meng Yajing throughout the whole process.
Meng Yajing was stunned for a few seconds. She withdrew her hand, put the pastries back in place, and was stunned for a few more seconds, as if lost in thought. Then, she put on a smile. "Song Ge, try one."
Song Ge took the pastry and took a bite. She couldn't taste the pastry. Instead, she felt a strange bitterness. How had Meng Yajing managed to get through all these years with such a cold - hearted person?
Zhai Cheng came in with his phone. He didn't know what had happened inside yet, but seeing their strange expressions, he could probably guess something. He said, "The doctor is coming soon."
"Okay," Meng Yajing sat obediently in the hall waiting. She had lost her previous enthusiasm and looked like a porcelain doll that would break at a touch.
Song Ge felt really sorry for her. She pursed her lips, wanting to comfort her but not knowing what to say.
The silence in the hall was finally broken when the doctor came in.
The doctor walked into the hall familiarly, took out his tools, and put them in front of Meng Yajing. "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Meng Yajing shook her head. If she had to say, it was probably her heart.
The doctor reached out to feel Meng Yajing's pulse. After a while, he started to put away his tools. "There's no major problem, but your stomach should be in a bit of a bad condition. I'll prescribe some medicine."
"Thank you, doctor," Meng Yajing said politely.
Just as the doctor was packing up his tools, Zhai Qintian suddenly appeared in the hall. He looked at the doctor, then at Meng Yajing, said nothing, just poured a glass of water, and then went upstairs again. He didn't say a single word throughout the whole process, just like a stranger.
Song Ge's heart was in turmoil. Her gaze stayed on Meng Yajing. She suddenly felt like crying. How could there be such a cold - hearted person?
After the doctor left, Song Ge reminded Meng Yajing to take the medicine, and then she left the villa with Zhai Cheng.