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.
