boyutpedia Chapter 253 Please Let Me Free a Meal (Extra Chapter)
Chapter 253 Please Let Me Free a Meal (Extra Chapter)
Chapter 253 Please Let Me Free a Meal (Extra Chapter)
Because she was so worried about her final grades, Song Xianyin had a particularly painful month.
No matter how Gao Zeming tried to comfort her, Song Xianyin just kept sighing every day.
Gao Zeming didn't know why she was so nervous. They had clearly agreed beforehand that she wouldn't become depressed.
Judging from her current state, she's really not far from developing depression.
“But there’s no use worrying, the results are what they are.” Gao Zeming looked at Song Xianyin pacing around the house.
The results are coming out today, and she was so nervous she couldn't sleep all night.
"You don't understand, this determines my face," Song Xianyin said, frowning and annoyed.
She shouldn't have let Gao Zeming stay here with her every day while she studies.
If he doesn't know her study habits, she can lie and say that she hasn't been studying hard and has been playing all day.
That way, if she does poorly on the test, she won't feel ashamed.
The problem is that Gao Zeming watches her study so hard every day. If she still can't do well on the exam, then she will really lose face.
Soon it was time to check the results, but Song Xianyin didn't dare to look at them.
"Gao Zeming, why don't you leave for a while?" Song Xianyin looked at him with difficulty.
"Why?" Gao Zeming frowned. He thought they were already at a point where they could look at each other's grades together.
Song Xianying hesitated, feeling a lot of pressure from Gao Zeming's presence.
“But… I’m afraid you’ll laugh at me,” Song Xianying said in a muffled voice.
Gao Zeming looked at her in disbelief: "Why would I laugh at you? What kind of person do you take me for?"
She actually misses him that much!
The results were already out, but Song Xianyin still clung to Gao Zeming, swearing that he had affected her mood and even thinking about having to retake the exam.
The thought of being criticized by her teacher as soon as school started brought tears of pain to her eyes.
After nagging all day, Song Xianyin finally mustered up the courage to check her grades after the sun went down.
But she still didn't look at it.
She squatted in the corner, and Gao Zeming went over to help her look at her.
Seeing the results above, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"Didn't you do quite well on the test? You're making it sound like the end of the world is coming."
Upon hearing this, Song Xianyin immediately perked up her ears: "Really?"
"Why don't you come and see for yourself?" Gao Zeming said helplessly, handing over his phone.
He was starting to get nervous after all that commotion she'd just caused. If Song Xianyin really didn't do well on the test, he'd feel like he'd committed a terrible crime.
After seeing the results, Song Xianyin finally breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully she hadn't embarrassed herself in front of Gao Zeming.
She secretly glanced at Gao Zeming. She wondered if he was angry because she had been so mean to him earlier.
Gao Zeming smiled: "Now the whole family can finally have peace."
"How are you? Do you have an appetite for dinner tonight?"
Song Xianyin has been drinking plain porridge for over a week, and when asked, she just can't eat any other food.
Gao Zeming also drank plain porridge for a week, and he felt like he was turning into plain porridge himself.
His stomach rumbles every night.
In recent years, Gao Zeming and Song Xianyin have been inseparable, and people around them have begun to worry about them.
But no one dared to ask Song Xianyin directly; they only dared to secretly urge Gao Zeming.
"Zeming, I'm not trying to be mean, but don't you have any sense of responsibility towards this relationship?"
Grandpa Gao said with great sorrow on the phone.
Grandpa Gao never brought up the topic because he was afraid of embarrassing Song Xianyin.
But Grandpa Gao couldn't hold back any longer. How long was he going to keep putting it off?
Gao Zeming frowned deeply: "Grandpa, don't talk nonsense, we're not in that kind of relationship."
"When did you two become that kind of relationship? You—you're really disgracing the Gao family. You've been pursuing her for so long, and you're still just friends?"
Gao Zeming didn't want to listen and hung up the phone directly.
He felt that he had matured a lot over the past few years. If it were before, he would definitely have argued with his grandfather.
But now, he is a composed businessperson and can no longer be as childish as before.
Most importantly, over the past few years, he has completely figured out Song Xianyin's preferences.
She likes men who wear suits, are calm and composed, and have a sophisticated and stylish demeanor.
This image is now ingrained in Gao Zeming.
A few years ago he might have been imitating, but now he has ingrained this persona into his very being.
These past few days, Gao Zeming had to go back to China to handle some matters.
The time he was away from the Gao family was the happiest time for them.
With no one home, they couldn't have been more relaxed.
But now, Gao Zeming is back, and he's in a very bad mood.
The atmosphere in the entire Gao family immediately became tense, as everyone was afraid of accidentally angering him.
The bodyguards didn't dare to say a word.
“From now on, you’ll have to handle these little things yourselves,” Gao Zeming said, his face dark with suppressed anger.
He's so busy, and he still has to come back every day to deal with these things. It's really annoying!
He's a very busy man!
Suddenly, the phone rang.
His expression relaxed a little: "What's wrong?"
After hearing something from the other end, Gao Zeming relaxed and even smiled: "What's the big deal? You can throw it away, and I won't say anything."
The bodyguards exchanged glances, all thinking the same thing: their boss was easy to deal with.
Gao Zeming, who was still in China in the morning, had already flown abroad in the afternoon.
This afternoon, he had a very, very important thing to do: to take a walk with Song Xianyin in the newly opened park.
This was probably his happiest event this year.
Of course, the significance of a walk depends on who you walk with.
They were walking in the park when they saw a boy confessing his love to a girl.
The boy held a bouquet of flowers, and the girl had a shy smile on her face, while the people around them cheered.
Song Xianyin couldn't help but laugh: "Song Xuanran just told me yesterday that he failed in his confession. Look at how carefree he is every day. If it were me, I would reject him too."
Gao Zeming listened quietly, then casually asked, "So how can I confess my feelings to you without you rejecting me?"
Song Xianyin paused for a moment, tilted her head and thought for a while: "It depends on the person. The method is actually not important."
Gao Zeming's expression tensed slightly for a moment, and the words he was about to say were abruptly stopped in his throat.
The two walked in silence for a while longer. Gao Zeming looked at her intently, his heart pounding wildly.
“I’m wearing your favorite suit brand today, and I’ve also styled my hair and put on cologne,” he stammered.
His mind is blank now, and the words he says are no longer words he has thought through.
I had prepared the script, but the moment I saw her, I forgot all the words.
Gao Zeming took out a bouquet of flowers from somewhere and looked down at her: "And your favorite flowers."
"When you were watching TV last time, you said that the male lead seemed clumsy confessing his love on a rainy day."
His voice trembled: "But the weather is so nice today. What are my chances of succeeding if I confess my feelings to you now?"
Gao Zeming's hands were trembling as he held the flowers; the more nervous he became, the more serious his expression grew.
Passersby, seeing Gao Zeming's expression, silently walked away.
Song Xianyin took the bouquet of flowers, which still had some dew on them and looked extremely beautiful.
She smiled at Gao Zeming and said, "100%."