Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son-Chapter 72 - s of peeling shrimp

“Great Grandfather!” Song Yuchen scampered over to his great grandfather with his short legs, following his wheelchair into the dining room.

Hearing these two calls, some of the irritation in Old Master Song’s heart dissipated. He patted the little guy’s head, “Oh my, I haven’t seen my little Chen for a few days. Let Great Grandfather take a look, hmm… your little face has gotten chubbier, and you’ve become quite handsome~”

“Of course, I’m as handsome as my dad!”

Speaking of Song Jinze, Old Master Song’s face still showed irritation, “Our little Chen will grow up to be even more handsome than him.”

Song Yuchen’s little eyes surreptitiously glanced at his dad, feeling a bit smug inside.

Old Master Song then turned his head towards Ye Zhenzhen, his expression gentle and affectionate, “Child, I saw on the news that you were injured. It’s nothing serious, is it?”

Madam Song’s face also tensed with concern, “Zhenzhen, where are you hurt? Is it serious?”

Ye Zhenzhen smiled faintly at the two enquirers, “Those things on the internet aren’t true, don’t believe them. I’m fine, just a minor injury, no need for hospitalization, so it’s naturally not serious.”

After she finished speaking, Ye Zhenzhen noticed the expressions on Old Master Song and Madam Song were still a bit tense.

She lifted her right arm and pointed to the wounded area, “Just a bit of superficial skin injury here, it didn’t affect the tendons or bones. It was bandaged and stopped bleeding at the hospital last night; it will heal in a few days.”

Seeing Ye Zhenzhen suddenly lift her right hand, Song Jinze suddenly remembered what the nurse had said last night—this woman was insensitive to anesthetics and cried out in pain…

That needle piercing into the flesh, there’s no way it wouldn’t hurt.

Song Jinze roughly understood, the reason Ye Zhenzhen was downplaying the pain so casually was simply because she didn’t want the family elders to worry.

Old Master Song nodded, “Good that it’s nothing, good that it’s nothing. Acts of righteousness are indeed praiseworthy, Zhenzhen is remarkable!”

Song Yuchen cheered, “My mom is really awesome!”

Madam Song patted the little guy’s head, “It seems our little Chen really likes his mom now.”

Song Yuchen nodded, “Of course, my mom is so pretty, gentle, and also very amazing, everyone will like her.”

The two elders laughed, “Yes, we all like her.”

…

After seating themselves in the dining room, Song Jinze asked Madam Song, “Where’s Dad?”

Madam Song met Song Jinze’s gaze, her eyes casually sweeping over Old Master Song, and replied, “He went on a business trip with your Uncle Xiao yesterday morning, to Yicheng. He said it would be for three days.”

Song Jinze understood. His father had no other hobbies since retiring, except for fishing, especially ice fishing.

This season, Yicheng is suitable for ice fishing.

Ye Zhenzhen sat beside Song Jinze and, after hearing this conversation, her originally somewhat tense heart relaxed quite a bit. It seemed that this family did not have any ‘evil female antagonist’ roles as she had imagined.

On the contrary, Old Master Song and Madam Song both seemed very amiable.

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Although the Song family was a wealthy and prestigious household, dining with them did not involve many formalities. Xiao Chen sat next to the Old Master, happily chatting and eating with his grandfather.

Xiao Chen recounted the amusing incidents from the recording of the show to his Great Grandfather and Grandmother, prompting continuous laughter from the two elders.

At the same time, he greatly revised his opinion of Ye Zhenzhen.

Just as Ye Zhenzhen had peeled a shrimp and was about to eat it, she was cued by Madam Song, “Zhenzhen, you have been busy making dumplings, digging for bamboo shoots, helping the elderly grandma live stream to sell oranges, and you have taken such good care of our Xiao Chen…

You really are amazing!”

“Ah…” Ye Zhenzhen put down the shrimp in her hand, wiped her hands with a napkin, and responded politely, “Actually, it’s not a big deal. I’ve just been doing what I should do. The main thing is that Xiao Chen is well-behaved and easy to look after.”

Ye Zhenzhen’s tone and expression were just right, which Madam Song noted. Along with the variety show live streams she had seen over the past few days, her fondness for this daughter-in-law increased significantly. “This child is both capable and modest.”

At this point, Old Master Song also expressed his fondness for his chosen granddaughter-in-law. His eyes were unabashed in their admiration and affection. “Xiao Chen is fortunate to have a mother like Zhenzhen.”

Throughout the conversation, Song Jinze had been silent. He glanced at Ye Zhenzhen and noticed the spicy shrimp on her plate. His brow furrowed slightly as he stretched out his chopsticks and transferred the shrimp from her plate to his own.

And he didn’t eat it.

Ye Zhenzhen: …

What is this man trying to do?

Too much!

The smile on Madam Song’s face stiffened, and before she could speak, Old Master Song’s reproachful voice beat her to it, “Song Jinze, what are you doing taking food from Zhenzhen’s bowl?”

Madam Song nodded along, agreeing with Old Master Song, “Yes…”

Seeing how the two elders defended her, Ye Zhenzhen instantly had an idea.

She raised an eyebrow nonchalantly. Not waiting for Song Jinze to answer, she cheerfully said to the old man, “Grandpa, it’s fine, it’s fine. I was peeling it for him anyway.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Zhenzhen quickly peeled another shrimp for Song Jinze and placed it in his bowl, “Here, it’s all peeled. You eat it, don’t worry, I just wiped my hands.”

Hmph, dare to snatch food from her plate? Then he can’t blame her for being impolite.

Song Jinze: …

After that, Ye Zhenzhen smiled at the two elders again, “I’m used to it… don’t worry…”

The words somehow made it seem like she was saying them with a sense of grievance.

Song Jinze gave Ye Zhenzhen a sidelong glance without a word. Did this woman know what she was saying?

Madam Song: …

Old Master Song put down his chopsticks and demanded sharply, “Song Jinze, is this how you usually treat Zhenzhen?”

Madam Song also nodded, “Son, how did you end up bullying your wife like this?”

Ye Zhenzhen hurriedly waved her hands, “It’s not like that, he isn’t bullying me, it’s just… I… he…”

“Ye Zhenzhen!” Song Jinze, grinding his teeth, interrupted her rambling.