But now? Not only did her son bring her home and do everything for her, but now he was even going to be responsible for the child in her belly, whose father was unknown!
Even thinking about the way her son had looked at her just now and the words he had said, Chu’s mother felt a lump in her throat that she couldn’t swallow.
She wanted to ask that girl, what had her little Zheng done to provoke her to be so stimulated!
Chu’s mother was furious and was about to open the door without care. Before her hand could reach the doorknob, Chu Zheng suddenly reached out and grabbed her.
Chu’s mother turned back, about to speak, but was silenced by Chu Zheng’s gaze. She opened her mouth, her heartbeat almost stopping in shock.
Chu Zheng looked at her coldly, not hiding the murderous intent in his eyes, which the next moment disappeared, returning to his usual obedient appearance.
“Senior, are you hungry?”
His tone was unbelievably gentle.
Chu’s mother stared at him, her entire heart falling into an ice cave, cold air rushing up from her feet, freezing her purple lips and making her whole body shiver.
Is this still her son?
Chen Jing looked puzzled, again trying the locked doorknob: “Not very hungry, what are you doing inside? Where’s Auntie?”
Chu Zheng quickly covered her mouth, his eyes warning, but his voice still soft: “My mom might have gone out. Senior, go watch some TV, I’ll cut some fruit for you right away.”
For the first time, she discovered how terrifying Chu Zheng could be.
“Oh, hurry up then.” Chen Jing leaned against the door, listened for a while, heard nothing, and then walked away feeling reassured.
Only when Chu’s mother was almost suffocated did Chu Zheng remove his hand.
“Phew…” Chu’s mother collapsed to the ground, sweating, gasping for air.
Chu Zheng squatted in front of her.
His expression was calm, all the crazy murderous intent and abnormal expressions tucked away. He reached out to brush her messy bangs behind her ear, slowly laughing, and said softly: “Fun?”
Chu’s mother shrank back, wanting to avoid his hand and retreat.
Chu Zheng chuckled, softly saying: “Mom, do you know what you should and shouldn’t say?”
Chu’s mother’s face turned pale.
Chu Zheng lost interest, removing the smile from his face, took a broom to sweep up the broken pieces and scattered fruit, wiping the floor clean, then took new fruit and began peeling.
He prepared fruit for Chen Jing, his chest filled with patience and gentleness.
An apple carved into a little rabbit, grapes with thin skin removed, strawberries carved into a sunny doll, kiwi sliced into a smiley face… looked very appetizing.
After peeling the last kiwi, Chu Zheng washed his hands, took a small fork, and was ready to take it out. Passing by his mother, he smiled.
“Okay.” He squatted down, holding the fruit platter in one hand, gently patting his mother’s shoulder, softly comforting: “I’m just joking with you. I’m your son, how could I not be good to you? And I believe you love me, your son, and will help me handle the engagement, right?”
He said gently: “I’m watching you.”
Chu’s mother stared blankly at his leisurely back, slowly closing her eyes.
For the first time, she felt that giving birth to a son was worse than giving birth to a char siu.
The kitchen door opened and closed. Chu Zheng walked into the living room laughing, sat next to Chen Jing, leaned in to kiss her cheek, blinked, and said gently: “Senior, shall I feed you fruit?”
Chen Jing looked towards the kitchen, puzzled: “Is Auntie really not inside?”
The sound of breaking a bowl just now was loud enough to show how angry the person breaking it was, and she was sitting in the living room and hadn’t seen anyone leave.
Chen Jing somewhat doubted what Chu Zheng had done to his mother. This guy had skewed moral values and a serious lack of moral sense; she couldn’t trust him.
Chu Zheng looked hurt, complaining: “Senior, are you going to doubt me about such a small thing? She’s my mother. If she were inside, how could I lie to you?”
Chen Jing stared at him for a while, then relaxed.
Indeed, in the outline, Chu Zheng had only acted against her boyfriend and those who pursued or teased her. Aunt Chu was his mother. No matter how cold-blooded, he couldn’t possibly lay a hand on her.
“Okay, I understand. Don’t worry.”
Fact proved that Chen Jing had relaxed far too early.
Chen Jing stood on the balcony, looking at Chu Zheng sitting on the sofa watching TV, occasionally turning back to smile at her. Her mood was complex, but her expression was gentle: “Really, if you’re still worried, I’ll go back tomorrow, and we’ll go to the hospital together, okay?”
After assuring that she would not act recklessly and would keep herself pure, she coaxed Tang’s parents for half an hour before they finally felt reassured and hung up the phone.
Chen Jing looked at the ended call on the screen, then glanced at Chu Zheng in the living room, sighed, and turned to face the floor-to-ceiling window, silently looking at the outside scenery.
In the living room, Chu Zheng grew impatient. As soon as he saw her put her phone in her pocket, he stood up and strode over.
The balcony glass door was pushed open, and Chu Zheng approached her, his tall body enveloping her, hands tightly embracing her waist, and his head nuzzled against her neck. With a tone of grievance, he probed: “You were talking for so long. Is there something important?”
Chen Jing remained silent.
Chu Zheng, not getting a response, darkened his eyes. He tried to hold back but couldn’t: “You said I’m not allowed to listen, made me stay inside alone, and I’ve been obedient. Now you’re treating me like this, senior…”
He turned to face her, holding her hand to his heart, his gaze wounded: “Do you know how much pain I’m feeling here?”
“How much pain?
“Chen Jing raised an eyebrow, with a somewhat cold smile: ‘I just didn’t pay attention to you, and you feel wronged?’
Tightening his grip on her hand, Chu Zheng pursed his lips: ‘…Don’t look at me like that.’ His heart was about to shatter.
Chen Jing scoffed, withdrew her hand, and walked towards the kitchen.
Chu Zheng was stunned, suddenly guessing why she was angry, his face turning pale.
He hurriedly followed: ‘Senior, let me explain…’
Chen Jing’s expression was blank, tried the doorknob, and found it locked. She frowned and stretched her hand to him: ‘Keys.’
Chu Zheng suppressed his panic: ‘There’s nothing inside, just a bit of smell…’
‘I’ll say this one last time,’ Chen Jing’s eyes turned cold: ‘Keys.’
In the end, he gave her the keys.
Chu Zheng stood dejected to the side, the surrounding air seemed infected by his mood.
Chen Jing walked directly into the kitchen.
Chu’s mother sat crouched by the door, hugging her knees in a daze. Since Chu Zheng went out and discovered the door was locked from the outside, she maintained this posture without moving.
Next to her feet was a phone with a black screen, which she had thrown after calling Tang’s parents.”
“Auntie,” Chen Jing crouched in front of her, organized her words, and opened with an apology: “I’m sorry.”
Chu’s mother closed her eyes, didn’t respond, stood up, and walked away silently.
Chen Jing: “…” Sighed.
When he said this sentence, his expression paused for a moment. He raised his eyes to look at her, seemingly observing her reaction. Seeing that Chen Jing’s face showed no unusual color and even smiled at him, he finally felt relieved.
So, the grievance that had been suppressed for a while and dared not be expressed suddenly burst out!
Chapter 51 Peeping Maniac 15 “She doesn’t like you.” Chu Zheng was like a wronged boy returning home to complain, slightly pursing his lips with a pitiful voice.
Chen Jing didn’t expect this to be the reason and was stunned: “Just that?”
