Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son
Chapter 295: Is Dad Smart?

Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Is Dad Smart?

Shen Zhaonan casually sized up Su Jin and the Cheng Zheng couple, and from the meal up until now, he had surmised in his heart that the Cheng Zheng couple didn’t like this Su Jin at all.

Based on his understanding, he could assert that this Su Jin was likely an impostor, therefore, he naturally couldn’t associate himself with this fake illegitimate son.

Even if Su Jin were real, Su Xi was, after all, the eldest daughter of the Su family, and the Su’s were currently under her control. His aim now was to form an alliance with the Cheng Zheng couple, not to care about Su Jin who had just returned to the Su family.

He politely declined Su Jin, "Young Master Su is too kind, I have some personal matters this afternoon, and my assistant is here with the car, so there’s no need to trouble you."

Su Jin, whose eyes were already small, narrowed them further and then smiled, "Then alright, since President Shen has personal matters, I won’t impose any further. Take care, President Shen."

"Goodbye, Young Master Su!" Shen Zhaonan replied politely, then turned to the Cheng Zheng couple and said, "President Cheng, Mrs. Cheng, goodbye."

Su Xi responded with a slight smile, "Goodbye."

Seeing that Shen Zhaonan had left, Su Jin inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head to Su Xi with a smile, "Big sister and brother-in-law, I need to go back and chat with grandfather for a while. He needs to take a nap this afternoon, so I won’t see you out."

Clearly, Su Jin had started to see himself as the master of this old Su residence, while Su Xi, who had grown up in this house from childhood, had become an outsider.

Even though the mansion had been allocated to Su Xi’s name during the earlier division of the family assets, Su Jin did not care one bit, firmly believing he was the only grandson of Old Master Su and the sole heir to the Su family.

He didn’t regard anyone else as important.

Thus, the tone of his speech a moment ago carried a hint of reckless arrogance.

Cheng Zheng swept a contemptuous glance over Su Jin’s clothing, snorted with laughter and then mocked, "You can’t cover up the stink on you with flashy labels of big logos, like a shiny persimmon that’s actually just donkey dung. Go home and wash up before you come out again."

Su Jin’s driver, scolded by his own master, was utterly bewildered and could only bow his head in silent, not saying a word.

"Wife, let’s get in the car and go," said Cheng Zheng as he opened the car door for Su Xi, not sparing any glances for Su Jin.

Su Jin clenched his fists, struggling to contain his emotions...

Cheng Zheng’s disdain for him was not new, but he hadn’t expected such a veiled insult today!

Su Xi smiled at Su Jin, her tone calm and gentle, "Ah Jin, I’m going to go ahead then."

"Sure, big sister, take care."

Once the Cheng Zheng couple had left, Su Jin instructed someone nearby, "Find someone to keep an eye on Shen Zhaonan, and also get his contact details for me."

"Yes, Young Master," they replied.

Watching the direction the car had left, Su Jin’s lips curved into a cunning smile; he would remember today’s incident.

One day, this vast Su family would be his, and then it would be time to deal with Cheng Zheng!

In the car.

Cheng Zheng said dismissively, "All this fuss over a small fry, what a damn waste of time!"

"We need to speak with solid evidence. Besides, the key point now is to stabilize grandfather’s condition. Recently, he’s been meddling with my company behind Second Uncle’s back, and, through today’s lunch, he will slip up even sooner," replied Su Xi.

Cheng Zheng raised an eyebrow, "You saw too, didn’t you, that little thug knows Shen Zhaonan?"

Su Xi: "It’s so obvious, only a fool wouldn’t see it."

It wouldn’t be hard to find out Su Jin’s past from Shen Zhaonan.

...

After breakfast, Ye Zhenzhen, accompanied by Song Yuchen, went to the hotel front desk to get the persimmons Xiaowen had and retrieve her wallet and other personal belongings.

Thinking there was still some time, Ye Zhenzhen took Xiao Chen for a leisurely stroll around the park before returning to the hot spring villa.

When the pair almost reached the villa’s entrance, they spotted a tall figure from afar.

The man possessed an upright demeanor, cloaked in a handmade suit with a black long coat draped over it, giving off a cold yet noble aura from a distance. His straight legs were striding toward Ye Zhenzhen and Xiao Chen.

Upon seeing his father, Song Yuchen ran towards him, calling out, "Daddy~"

The little guy excitedly flung himself at his dad’s thighs and hugged them tightly.

Song Jinze lifted the little bun with one hand, his deep gaze resting on the woman’s bright and delicate face, and he asked softly, "Did you go out for a walk?"

Ye Zhenzhen adjusted the bag in her hand, "We went to retrieve the items collected by the program’s crew. The show officially ended today."

"Hmm," the man responded indifferently, then reached out to take the bag Ye Zhenzhen was carrying, "I’ll carry it."

Caught off guard by the man’s sudden action, Ye Zhenzhen watched his translucent right hand, then smiled warmly, "Thank you!"

Song Yuchen, nestled in his father’s arms, sneakily glanced at Ye Zhenzhen and chuckled, "Mommy, Daddy is your husband; it’s his duty to help you, you don’t need to thank him."

Ye Zhenzhen cast a glance at the little guy grinning like a little imp and nodded, "Alright, then I won’t say thanks next time."

Song Yuchen gleefully said, "That’s more like it, right, Daddy? Your wife’s matters are your own; of course, you should help her!"

"Indeed." The man’s lips curled slightly, and without turning his gaze, he walked forward step by step, carrying the little bun in one hand and the bag in the other, which felt rather heavy.

"What’s in this bag?"

It felt quite heavy.

Hearing the man’s low and indifferent voice, Ye Zhenzhen was momentarily startled.

She looked up at the little guy perched on the man’s shoulder, who was blinking at her as if to say, don’t tell, don’t you dare tell.

Song Yuchen didn’t want his dad to find out he had brought persimmons for Xiao Yi because he feared his dad might get angry.

"It’s just some personal items for me and Xiao Chen, like wallets, tablets, and the like." Respecting the little guy’s wishes, Ye Zhenzhen mentioned only some of the items in the bag.

She didn’t mention the nine persimmons.

Song Jinze furrowed his brows, unsatisfied with her response; the weight he felt in his right hand told him there was definitely more than what she’d mentioned.

Pretending to glance casually, he peeked inside the cloth bag and noticed a few orange spheres. So, in addition to what the woman had said, there were also large persimmons in the bag.

Were these the persimmons they had talked about during the live broadcast, the ones they wanted to bring back to Jiangcheng for Xiao Yi?

After entering the villa’s hall, Song Yuchen climbed down from his father’s arms and reached for the bag in his dad’s hand.

Song Jinze slightly raised his right hand and inquired, "Why is this bag so heavy?"

He pretended not to know what was inside the bag and acted as if he hadn’t seen a thing.

Song Yuchen: ...

Dad is too smart!

Ye Zhenzhen met the little guy’s shiny, innocent eyes, silently questioning, to tell or not to tell?

Seeing that neither of them spoke, the man continued, "Let me guess, in addition to what you’ve mentioned, is there also a separate gift from Xiao Chen for me?"

Ye Zhenzhen: ...

She could tell, this man was laying a trap for Song Yuchen, the five-year-old wily kid.