Chapter 7 Breakfast Games
Early the next morning, Gu Qingqing fluttered around Shen Zhiye like a bright butterfly, showing no trace of last night’s humiliation.
“Sister, Shen Zhiye, come eat breakfast!”
Mom quickly chimed in.
“Shen Zhiye, try the seafood porridge. Qingqing got up at four to make it.”
“Four in the morning?”
Shen Zhiye raised a brow. Under Gu Qingqing’s hopeful gaze, he said mildly,
“That was a lot of effort.”
Gu Qingqing lowered her lashes, cheeks flushing shyly.
But before her smile could fully bloom, Shen Zhiye turned to me. His long fingers threaded through my hair, voice soft as water.
“Thank goodness my Wife doesn’t have to go through that.”
The soup spoon in Gu Qingqing’s hand clattered loudly against her bowl.
Dad hurried to smooth things over.
“Qingqing may be spoiled, but her cooking rivals five-star chefs.”
He gave me a meaningful look.
“Gu Jiao, let Shen Zhiye try some!”
I pressed my lips together and obediently pushed the bowl toward him.
“It’s really good.”
Only then did Shen Zhiye elegantly scoop a spoonful. His throat moved slightly as he swallowed.
He gave a small nod—approval granted.
Gu Qingqing’s eyes lit up again.
“A man needs someone like Qingqing who can take care of his diet.”
Dad praised her once more, pride and affection clear in his gaze.
But when he looked at me, the warmth faded into a sigh and a shake of his head.
“Unfortunately, Gu Jiao grew up in the countryside and doesn’t understand these things…”
Yet they were the ones who lost me when I was five.
My hand slipped weakly from the table.
Underneath, unseen, a warm, large hand gripped mine tightly.
His body was tense. His hold trembled slightly.
For some reason, even though Shen Zhiye smiled, I could feel he was angry.
Very angry.
“Shen Zhiye, let Uncle Gu speak frankly—Qingqing is the one most suitable for you.”
Even I wasn’t stupid enough to miss the implication.
My heart sank with bitter ache.
Shen Zhiye answered without hesitation.
“Sure.”
Gu Qingqing’s smile split wide. She shot me a triumphant glance.
Then Shen Zhiye added leisurely,
“After Gu Jiao and I are married, Gu Qingqing can be our nutritionist.”
He elegantly wiped his mouth, eyes full of mockery.
“After all, not many people are dedicated enough to get up early to cook porridge.”