GBP Chapter 172 I'm worried she's your child who was left behind.
Chapter 172 I'm worried she's your child who was left behind.
The car arrived at the Zong family's residence before dark.
When they arrived, Grandpa Zong, leaning on his cane, was waiting at the door with Uncle Chen.
Old Master Zong held his cane in one hand and straightened his collar with the other, occasionally asking Uncle Chen, "How do I look today?"
Uncle Chen was puzzled as to why his master had suddenly become so concerned about his image. "Master, that young lady does resemble Madam Ya Hui, but do you really need to be so flustered?"
Old Master Zong pursed his lips. "You don't understand. When you meet important people, you have to show your best side."
Putting aside the fact that Miss Song resembles Ya Hui, she is truly my savior, so don't you think I should take her seriously?
Uncle Chen suddenly realized that this made a lot of sense, and reached out to help Elder Zong tidy his clothes and hair. "If I had known, I would have brought a bottle of hairspray to spray you with it."
Elder Zong looked up. "Remember next time."
"okay."
Before Song Beiyou got out of the car, he looked at the two hunched figures outside the windshield and felt a pang of sadness for some reason.
Zongzheng Qi unbuckled his seatbelt. "Get out of the car."
Song Beiyou nodded, "Okay."
The two got off the bus one after the other.
The moment the car door closed, Elder Zong and Uncle Chen rushed up.
Old Master Zong was not quite up to par, and now, rushing around like this, he looked like a clumsy penguin.
Behind him followed Uncle Chen, who was protecting him.
This scene seemed comical to Song Beiyou.
"Be careful, Elder Zong," she whispered.
When Elder Zong ran up to her, he was slightly out of breath. "Miss Song."
Song Beiyou smiled and said, "Yes, Elder Zong, I'm bothering you again."
Old Master Zong's eyes were practically slits from laughing, and he was in much better spirits than last time. "Hey! What are you saying?"
This is not an intrusion at all, it's an honor for me, Zong Qiming! Hahaha..."
Old Master Zong had a loud voice, and his laughter filled the entire Zong family courtyard.
Zongzheng Qi, who was standing to the side, had slightly red eyes, whether because of the strong wind or something else.
He turned to the side, secretly raised his hand, and wiped the corner of his eye.
A moment later, at the Zongjia Restaurant.
An old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man sat around fine wine and food.
Elder Zong could not drink alcohol, so all three of them substituted tea for wine.
Raise a glass to the joy of this moment, and to the peace and health of every day in the future.
The meal was enjoyed very much.
Elder Zong kept picking up serving chopsticks to put food on Song Beiyou's plate.
The ceramic bowl wasn't large, but it was filled to the size of a small hill.
The ingredients prepared by the Zong family were very fresh, and the chef's cooking skills were superb. Song Beiyou's stomach was still bloated when he left.
She started the car and waved to Elder Zong and Zongzheng Qi, who were standing outside seeing her off, "It's getting windy, let's go back."
Zongzheng Qi and Elder Zong said in unison, "Be careful on the road."
Song Beiyou smiled slightly, waved to the two of them, rolled up the car window, and drove away.
He pressed the accelerator, but his eyes were fixed on the rearview mirror.
She watched until the two figures disappeared from her sight before slowly raising her head and touching her hair.
rear.
The main gate of the Zong family.
After the car's rear was out of sight, Zongzheng Qi turned to the side and looked at his father, who was still craning his neck. "Alright, they've all left. What are you still looking for?"
Didn't you hear what Youyou said? It's getting windy, why aren't you going inside?
Elder Zong ignored Zong Zhengqi and glanced at him a couple more times.
Then suddenly he started looking here and there, which his son saw as suspicious.
Zong Zhengqi, "..."
"If it wasn't you, why?"
Elder Zong gave a shushing sound and came over to help me up.
Zongzheng Qi, "Hmm?"
Old Zong slammed his cane heavily on the ground. "Hurry up, or I'll post about you wetting the bed until you were 10 years old on my WeChat Moments."
Zongzheng Qi's eyes widened.
While wondering if his father had gone mad, he stepped forward and took his father's wrist, asking, "What's wrong with you? Are you having a seizure?"
"Be careful, walls have ears." Elder Zong said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Go to the study, there's something important I need to tell you."
Zongzheng Qi's attitude changed instantly, "Okay."
After he finished speaking, Elder Zong reminded him, "Don't act too serious. What if we really have a spy sent by some side in our family? That would expose us."
People in their position are generally quite vigilant, and they do have to be careful about all sorts of things.
Zongzheng Qi: "How do we cooperate? You start."
Old Master Zong immediately got into character, raising his voice, "You're already 40, why haven't you gotten married and had children yet?"
Are you incapable?
You should have said so earlier. With today's advanced medical technology, even something as simple as andrology is no problem.
Or do you simply not like women?
"Definitely, otherwise how could you have only had Li Sheng by your side all these years?"
Zong Zhengqi, "???"
Good guy!
Doesn't he want to lose face?
"Shut up, or these words of yours will get out and kill me."
......
The father and son bickered all the way back to the study.
The moment the door closed, both father and son turned cold and stern.
The study was brightly lit, but all the curtains were drawn.
Zongzheng Qi looked at his father and asked, "Is there anything you need to tell me in this way?"
Elder Zong took a deep breath and presented his clenched right fist to Zong Zhengqi.
"What?" Zongzheng Qi frowned.
At this moment, Elder Zong opened his fist, revealing a few long, black hairs lying in his palm.
Zongzheng Qi's eyes widened instantly, "This..."
Elder Zong, “I slid it down from Youyou’s head with lightning speed.”
Now I'm entrusting this to you. Go and get a paternity test done for me right away.
You might not know, but she looks so much like your mother. I'm worried she might be one of your children who were lost and raised outside the home.
???
Zongzhengqi's expression was one of astonishment and speechlessness, especially after hearing the last sentence.
He retorted, "How could I not know if I have children wandering outside?"
I wish Youyou were my child, but unfortunately she isn't.
"Huh?" Elder Zong was visibly disappointed. "Then all that smooth hair I had was for nothing?"
I still harbor fantasies, imagining that if Youyou were our child, I would wake up in the middle of the night and laugh.
Oh, what a pity!
Zongzheng Qi chuckled softly as he looked at his father's appearance.
He took two steps forward, picked up a few strands of hair from his father's palm, and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure you can pluck a strand of hair from her head in the blink of an eye?"
Although Mr. Zong was disappointed, he could still crack a joke, "Of course, you don't even know what kind of job your father had when he was young."
Zongzheng Qi chuckled again, "Your skills might work on others, but they're completely useless against Youyou."
To put it bluntly, she deliberately made you stroke those few strands of hair.
"Huh?" Elder Zong was even more confused. "What's going on?"
After pondering for a while, Zong Zhengqi decided not to hide it from his father, "Song Beiyou, the girl you're planning to investigate, is Zong Lanfang's biological daughter."
In other words, Youyou is your biological granddaughter, Zong Qiming.
The disappointment on Elder Zong's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of surprise. "What happened?"
"And Mu Niannian, this pampered brat, is..."