Chapter 51: Unusually Consistent Vision

Chapter 51: Unusually Consistent Vision

In the end, Yu Mingze could only sulk in frustration and storm back to his room.

Zheng Anran, for some reason, called him so early.

"Hello? An Ran?"

"Ming Ze, you're home, right?"

"Hmm."

"At this time, you must have had your meal, right?"

"Indeed."

Yu Mingze thought for a moment, then said, "By the way, An Ran, I have some good news I'd like to share with you!"

"What good news?" With a heart pounding with excitement, Zheng Anran was eagerly waiting to hear the man across from her tell her: he was going to divorce and marry her.

What awaited was——

"An Ran, I came home today and found that the relationship between my parents has actually improved a lot, it's truly incredible!"

In Yu Mingze's twenty-three years of life, it was the first time he saw his parents sitting down to eat and chat in a calm and peaceful manner, just like an ordinary family.

The image of "parental affection" was quite impactful to him, yet it was indeed a very good thing. However, Zheng An was indifferent and did not consider it good news.

She paused for a moment, feigned congratulations, and then asked Yu Mingze, "Is there anything else?"

"Gone."

Gone—already?

Zheng Anran's breath hitched, nearly fainting from the shock.

Hearing the call from the other end of the phone, she wished she could climb through the internet cable to Yu Mingze's side, grab him by the collar, and demand to know why he had come home!

Shouldn't we discuss the divorce with that despicable Song Qingyu? Didn't he not want to marry her?

Zheng Anran hastily made an excuse to end the call and, infuriated, lay face down on the bed, crying bitterly.

The sound from the bedroom caught Fang Fei's attention. She walked to her daughter's room and knocked on the door.

"An Ran, what's wrong with you?"

"Mother, leave me alone! Let me cry!"

"An Ran?"

Fang Fei, seeing that the bedroom door was unlocked, pushed it open and walked in.

Zheng Anran was crying so hard she could hardly catch her breath. Fang Fei sat by the bedside, tenderly holding her daughter, “Sweetheart, what on earth happened? Who has wronged you?”

"Who else could it be! It's all, all Ming Ze's fault!"

"Hm? Why?"

Zheng Anran haltingly told Fang Fei about the call she received from Yu Mingze.

She had thought that Yu Mingze's return home was to deal with the marriage affairs, but not only did he not mention it, he also said a bunch of useless things.

Zheng Anran, initially brimming with anticipation, now found her tears unstoppable amidst the overwhelming psychological disparity.

Fang Fei suddenly grasped her hand, her brows furrowed with concern: "Baby, what did Ming Ze just tell you?"

"Well, it's Aunt Fu's matter, what does that have to do with me! Sob!"

Listening to her daughter's crying, Fang Fei's mind was elsewhere.

She was thinking, Fu Yining and Yu Zhili reconciled?How is this possible!

"An Ran, did you hear that correctly?"

Zheng Anran took a tissue and wiped it hard on her face, then she said reluctantly in a hoarse voice: "Mom, I'm in this state, why are you still caring about their affairs! If you don't believe me, go ask them yourself!"

"Sweetheart, that's not what Mom meant."

But her daughter's words did inspire Fang Fei: No, this can't go on!No matter what, she had to meet with Fu Yining and find out what happened!

Shanhai Bay

Yu Mingze put down his phone, feeling somewhat thirsty, and thus walked out of his room.

He turned around and saw Song Qingyu carrying a computer into the room diagonally opposite her, and then walking out. He couldn't help but step forward to stop her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Work."

"Work?" Yu Mingze sneered: "Does our family need food and daily necessities for you? We actually want you to work?"

"You don't understand, this is my hobby."

"Hobbies?"

"Yes, and Mother has agreed to let me use this room." The implied message is: What objections do you have?

"Song Qingyu, when did you become so eloquent?" Yu Mingze made no effort to hide his astonishment.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingyu just chuckled lightly, shaking her head and saying, "No, I've always been like this."

It’s just that in the past, “when you’re under someone’s roof, you have to bow your head.” Now that she has a job and is confident, she naturally doesn’t have to be as timid and submissive as before.

"Do you have anything else to say? Or I'll just go to work?"

Seeing Yu Mingze remain silent, Song Qingyu took it as his consent and turned to carry her belongings into the room.

"Bang!"

The door shut right in front of him, and Yu Mingze's eyes widened in surprise.

Well done, Song Qingyu! You've successfully caught his attention!

In the living room on the first floor, Fu Yining had just sent a message to Wu Yuan, saying that she would have a chance to show her skills tomorrow, and a car would take her to the Shanhai Bay Villa.

Wu Yuan sent several emoticons in a row to express her excitement.

After notifying everyone, Fu Yining thought of Yu Zhili again. He must have his own dedicated stylist, so she didn't need to worry about it.

Just as she was thinking, Yu Mingze's voice rang above her head: "Mom, what kind of work is Song Qingyu busy with recently?"

Song Qingyu?

Fu Yining looked at him warily: "Why are you asking this?"

"I am, um, just asking casually."

Ah, just making casual inquiries? Then can she choose not to respond?

Seeing that Fu Yining didn't say anything, Yu Mingze sat down next to her and whispered, "Son, let's change the subject. What's going on between you and my dad? When did you two become so close?"

Fu Yining pulled the corner of his mouth and said angrily: "Go ask your father!"

Yu Mingze: “……”

If you don't want to talk, that's fine, but there's no need to be so aggressive.

Should he really ask his father? He dared not.

Yu Mingze thought, Fu Yining used to control him in everything, but he was dismissive; now that she suddenly became so cold, he was very uncomfortable with it.

Especially when compared to Song Qingyu's treatment, Yu Mingze always had the illusion that "Mom is going to become someone else's."

On a sudden impulse, he asked, "Mom, am I your biological child?"

"Nonsense!" Fu Yining glanced at him, and had the urge to chase him away, "Do you have anything else you want to ask?"

"Yes!"

As if Yu Mingze didn't see the impatience on Fu Yining's face, he asked, "Mom, when did my dad get his ears pierced? It's so fashionable?"

Fu Yining: “…”

What kind of question is this?

She is not the original owner; how could she possibly know!

At this time, in a room on the third floor, Yu Zhili walked to the closet, opened the door, found one of the drawers, and took out a palm-sized box from it.

He took out another earring from his pocket, put it solemnly into the box, and placed it neatly together with the "native" that was originally in the box.

Looking closely, the three earrings in his hand and in the box were surprisingly similar, almost exactly the same in shape and color.

Only two of them were slightly worn, while the other one was still brand new.

Yu Zhili held the box for a long time before closing the lid and putting it back in place.

He touched the one on his ear and sighed: After more than 20 years, Fu Yining's vision has not changed at all.

But why doesn't she like him anymore?

Headache.