The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

"You bastard, how dare you call me by my name!"

An angry shout came from the other end of the phone.

Shen Chuanbin was clearly unhappy about being addressed by his full name, but before he could utter a reprimand, his attention was immediately drawn to the words "my offspring".

The previous absurd speculations vanished instantly, and Shen Chuanbin paced back and forth in his office excitedly, even his voice becoming lighter:

"Is it really yours? You're not kidding me, are you?"

"Would I be so bored as to lie to you about something like this?! What? Are there people who would willingly become someone's stepfather and be cuckolded?"

Shen Chonglu rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Alright, alright, you've got some skill!"

Shen Chuanbin chuckled, a weight lifted from his heart, and immediately began to consider the matter of his official status:

"Now that you have a child, when do you plan to hold the wedding?"

"Our Shen family can't mistreat Xiao Song."

"Tell me, aren't you a good-for-nothing? The eldest son of the Shen family, and you still haven't even managed to win over a wife. If it were your old man back then—"

These words were like a knife to Shen Chonglu's heart.

His heart was heavy, but he forced himself to shout:

"Mind your own business! I have my own pace! Stop interfering and just wait to enjoy the wedding!"

"Do you think I want to bother with you? I'm just concerned about my eldest grandson!"

Shen Chuanbin was so choked that he blew his beard and glared at his son, and the two started arguing over the phone.

Starting with the issue of childcare, the criticism went all the way to the point that Shen Chonglu was completely unreliable as a father.

"With your impulsive temper, how can you possibly raise a child properly? You can let me take care of the baby when it's born, whether you two are busy with work or on your honeymoon."

Shen Chuanbin gave an example, fuming:

"Look at Jinbao, who was sent over before. He was skinny like a chick when he first arrived, but now I've fattened him up and he's strong. I can even raise a parrot to be glossy and healthy, so what's a little more capable of raising my grandson?"

Shen Chonglu was so angry that he laughed instead.

"No way! Don't even think about making a move on my son!"

"Do you think I don't know you? You were so fat when you were little, you were practically a ball of fat. You even had to wheeze when you walked. And you still have the nerve to say that?"

"I'll raise my own child, don't even think about taking him away. Besides, the baby was born to Yunxi, so it's definitely the most suitable place for him to stay with Yunxi. No matter how much you say, it won't make a difference."

Shen Chuanbin argued his case forcefully.

"No, you're at the prime of your life. Stay at the company and take over my responsibilities as soon as possible. I want to retire and enjoy my retirement."

"Impossible! You can just stay in the chairman's position and work your way up until you're eighty!"

Shen Chonglu argued from one end of the corridor to the other, becoming more and more agitated as he spoke.

Just as they were getting into the swing of things, footsteps came from the corridor outside the fire escape, and the deliveryman came over carrying an exquisite insulated box.

Shen Chonglu had sharp eyes. As soon as he saw the food arrive, he didn't even bother to say goodbye and simply hung up the phone.

In his top-floor office at the Shen Group building, Shen Chuanbin was in high spirits, preparing to give his son another scolding, when he was suddenly interrupted by the beeping of a disconnection. He choked on his words, nearly suffocating.

Shen Chonglu had no say in whether his father was angry or amused.

He happily took the heavy meal box from the deliveryman, carried it, and easily pushed open the door to the ward.

She had barely stepped halfway in when she was met with Song Yunqi's icy gaze.

The young man sat at the head of the bed, his black hair cascading loosely over his thin shoulders, with a few soft strands resting on his fair neck, making his aloof and exquisite face appear even paler and more delicate.

Long, slender, pale fingers rested on the edge of a financial magazine. Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as she coldly stared at Shen Chonglu, her words laced with barbs:

"Why did it take you so long to make a phone call? I thought Young Master Shen had deserted at the last minute and packed his things to run away."

Shen Chonglu felt very guilty and dared not reveal that he had just been arguing with his father, let alone let Song Yunqi know that Shen Chuanbin had found out everything about her pregnancy.

He quickly placed the lunchbox on the table, leaned forward, and reached out to tuck a strand of hair hanging by Song Yunqi's ear behind her ear. He then casually tucked the soft, supple hair behind her ear, giving a vague and perfunctory reply:

"No way, it was just a few project managers from the company giving a brief report and offering some extra advice."

As he spoke, Shen Chonglu quickly stretched out his two large hands and diligently lifted the lids of the boxes one by one, changing the subject:

"Here you go, your food is here, it's still hot, eat it while it's hot."

When the insulated box was opened, a rich aroma immediately filled the ward.

The boiled beef was topped with a thin layer of red oil, the spicy chicken was fried until golden and crispy, and the spicy blood curd was served in a large bowl, looking bright red and tempting, making one's mouth water.

Song Yunqi's mouth tasted bland, but the aroma of this slightly spicy and fragrant scent instantly whetted her appetite.

Too lazy to care about Shen Chonglu's dawdling, he reached out and pushed away the porcelain spoon that the other was about to hand him. He then lifted his long hair that had fallen in front of his chest and swept it behind his back, revealing his slender and beautiful collarbone. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the small bowl, and put a slice of boiled beef into his mouth.

The beef is sliced ​​extremely thinly, making it tender and smooth, and it absorbs the sweetness of the broth.

But after Song Yunxi chewed it carefully for a couple of bites, her brows furrowed slightly.

This dish looks bright red, but the taste is surprisingly mild. It has only a faint numbing aroma and the spiciness is so light that it is almost negligible. It even has a touch of the rich flavor brought out by the chicken broth.

"The taste is just average."

Song Yunqi pursed her lips and muttered a somewhat disappointed comment:

"It's very bland and not spicy at all. I won't order from this restaurant next time."

Upon hearing this, Shen Chonglu, who had been anxiously observing his expression, felt his heart finally settle back into his throat.

He was afraid that Song Yunxi would get angry if she didn't like the food. As long as she didn't complain that it was bad, he would get away with it.

"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say! Next time we'll go to a more authentic place!"

Shen Chonglu smiled obsequiously and echoed his words, handing him a damp towel to wipe his hands, secretly delighted.

It seems my trick of deceiving everyone worked perfectly, and I managed to save the remaining points.

The meal was simple yet heartwarming.

Shen Chonglu had a guilty conscience. Because of his guilt, he would make small talk, sometimes touching the little hand, sometimes smoothing the hair that was hanging down his back.

Song Yunqi ate slowly and deliberately. After taking a few bites of the boiled beef and spicy chicken, she reached for the bowl of Maoxuewang, which had the largest portion.

Duck blood, eel slices, tripe, and thin slices of beef float in the bright red broth.

Song Yunqi took the spoon and rummaged through the bottom of the bowl, intending to scoop out two pieces of duck blood. But as soon as the spoon sank down, it hit something heavy and hard.

He raised an eyebrow and casually scooped it up.

Half a stewed old hen, tender and exuding a rich ginseng broth aroma, was brazenly pulled onto the soup noodles.

Song Yunqi: "?"

The air in the ward seemed to stand still for a moment.

The young man's expression remained unchanged, and he stubbornly continued to stir the soup deeper into the broth with his chopsticks.

"Clatter".

The stewed pork ribs, cooked until they fell off the bone, and two peeled prawns were turned upside down, floating in the red oil, looking particularly comical.

Now what is there that you don't understand?

Song Yunxi stopped what she was doing and slowly put down her chopsticks.

He tilted his head slightly, and his long, smooth, black hair slid down his slender shoulders.

With her arms crossed, she coldly observed the sweating man sitting on the edge of the bed, her tone so calm it betrayed no emotion:

"This dish...has it been tampered with?"

Shen Chonglu shuddered, his smile froze, and he hurriedly waved his hands to shift the blame, shouting righteously:

"Yeah, right! What was this chef thinking?! It's so careless! How can they just throw chicken and ribs into a spicy Sichuan-style stew?! That's way too healthy, they're ruining their own reputation!"

Song Yunxi was so angry at his ridiculous acting that she couldn't help but laugh.

He kicked Shen Chonglu's thigh through the thin blanket and snorted coldly:

"Is it the chef who's careless, or are you?"

"They blame everything on the chef, but he's the one who flips the wok, not the one who takes the blame."