boyutpedia Chapter 148 My Dad Is About to Be Released from Prison
Chapter 148 My Dad Is About to Be Released from Prison
It was already late at night when Tang Shuya returned to Jin Mansion. He listened to Han Su's report downstairs before going upstairs.
He returned to the bedroom and took a look at Ling Zhen. He saw that she was already asleep. Her pale face was calm and peaceful, and her whole body was curled up in a ball. His eyebrows twitched, but he did not wake her.
When I went to the cloakroom to get clothes, I usually didn't pay attention, but today I don't know what happened, I found a packed luggage bag in a hidden corner.
He stared at it intently, and uncontrollably opened his luggage, which was full of the clothes and belongings she wore when she first came to Jin Mansion.
There is nothing else here!
So that's how it is. She has been preparing to leave.
As long as she finds the right opportunity, she will pick up the tattered bag and leave without looking back.
Very good, very good.
Tang Shuya's pair of peach blossom eyes gradually became gloomy.
The bag inside the luggage bag was bulging, as if there was something hidden. He took it out and looked at it, his pupils shrank slightly. It was two bottles of long-term contraceptive pills.
He snorted. Did she think she was a squirrel? Did the medicine need to be hidden here?
No wonder he had never seen this medicine before. Every time Ling Zhen took it out from her bag.
He understood instantly that she was on guard against him.
To prevent him from changing his medicine?
He was gripping the medicine bottle with his fingers, not even realizing how tightly he was gripping it.
On this day, Tang Shuya had just finished a meeting. Because of some issues concerning the distribution of interests, several veteran shareholders who had a close relationship with his father argued for a long time, which made him feel a headache.
At this moment, the cell phone rang at an inopportune time, and Tang Shuya's face became a little cold. Whoever called now would be walking into the muzzle of a gun and waiting to be bombarded.
When he saw the name displayed on the screen, his frowning brows relaxed slightly and he asked, "What's the matter?"
Ling Yuan's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, "I want to ask if you will come back for dinner tonight?"
He was stunned for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and he asked, "Do you want me to go back?"
The person on the other side paused and said, "If you're busy, forget it..."
"Ling Zhen, did I say I couldn't come back?"
"Then I'll wait for you to come back."
Just this simple sentence "I'll wait for you to come back" made Tang Shuya frown slightly. Asking himself honestly, when he heard this sentence, he felt a strange sweetness in his heart.
It was like a piece of fruit candy melting, and the sweetness spread from my heart.
Tang Shuya arrived home at seven o'clock on time.
The table was not as sumptuous as before with all the fish and meat, but just a few home-cooked dishes.
A tofu fish head soup, crystal shrimp, steamed fish, and a garlic vegetable dish.
It's enough for two people.
At this time, Ling Zhen came out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of rice.
"You're back. Go wash your hands first. It's time for dinner."
She was still wearing an apron, her long hair was tied up loosely, a thin layer of sweat was oozing from the tip of her nose, and her eyes were clear and bright like autumn water.
She looks like a young wife.
An indescribable feeling surged in his heart.
He readily washed his hands, dried them, and sat down. Ling Yuan pushed the bowl of soup in front of him and said, "Drink the soup first. I haven't made it in a long time, and I don't know if my quality has dropped."
He was flattered, looked at her in disbelief, and asked, "Did you do all this?"
"Yeah. Just did something casual."
He had never tasted any of her cooking. He took a sip of the soup and while it certainly wasn't as delicious as a chef's, it was sweet and fresh, with a unique flavor.
Before I knew it, the soup bowl was empty.
"tasty?"
She looked at him with sparkling eyes and asked expectantly.
He smiled, and his smile was somewhat sincere. "It tastes good."
"I don't know what you like to eat, but I heard from Butler Xu that you like steamed fish with chopped green onions and cilantro." As she spoke, she picked up a piece of fish and put it in his bowl, "Try it."
His eyes suddenly dimmed, his expression gloomy. He glanced at the plate of steamed fish, then at the fish in the bowl, and slowly picked it up and put it into his mouth.
Ling Zhen asked cautiously, "How?"
Tang Shuya put down his chopsticks and frowned, the faint smile on his face vanishing.
"Do you have something to say?"
Ling Zhen's eyes flickered a few times, with hesitation hidden in his eyes, and he whispered, "I want to move back to the rental house."
He raised his eyes to look at her and asked coldly, "Why?"
She paused for a few seconds, as if pondering how to start, before continuing, "My father will be released from prison soon. He must be having a lot of trouble getting used to things right away. I want to take care of him, but I'm afraid it's inconvenient for me to live in the Jin Mansion."
Tang Shuya breathed a sigh of relief, "That's it?"
"that's it."
She looked at him in a panic, with her eyes drooping and a pitiful look.
He thought she was going to do something earth-shattering, but it turned out she just wanted to move out and take care of Ling Tianhua.
No matter what she was planning in her mind, as long as Ling Tianhua was there, she could not escape from her Five Finger Mountain.
"Okay, I agree."
Hearing this, Ling Zhen's eyes lit up, as if two small light bulbs were installed, "Really?"
He has been particularly easy to talk to recently, which makes Ling Zhen feel very unreal.
"Really." Tang Shuya glared at the fish head facing him, his voice cool, "Didn't I teach you that if there's something you want, just come over and kiss me, no need for this."
After saying that, he pulled Ling Zhen over, picked her up and sat her on his lap, then kissed her smooth face.
She nodded, her ears red, "Is it because the dishes I made don't suit your taste?"
"No." He pondered for a moment, then chuckled. "I loved steamed fish when I was a kid, but I don't like it anymore. Whenever my mother cooked, she would always make steamed fish, and every time I ate fish, something bad would happen."
Looking at the man's dark and calm eyes, she paused, feeling that this topic touched upon his privacy.
In fact, she had no intention of exploring, nor did she want to or dare to explore, so she did not ask.
She raised her eyebrows, but Tang Shuya continued, "My parents were married through arranged marriage, so their relationship was never very strong. I don't know when it started, but my father stopped coming home. My mother is a dignified and elegant person. Even if she knew that my father had someone else, she wouldn't make a fuss. I thought she didn't care about my father until she cooked fish for me that time and took me to take a bath."
He paused slightly, his fingertips gently resting on the smooth tabletop, his eyes obscure and unclear.
Ling Zhen's heart skipped a beat. He looked up at him, vaguely feeling that what he was about to say would be of great importance.