Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son
Chapter 297: Estrangement?

Chapter 297: Chapter 297: Estrangement?

Secretary Zhang looked puzzled. What had the president just said?

He wanted to show his Moments only to one or two specific people? He rarely posted on social media, and when he did, he performed such strange operations—it truly took people by surprise!

"I’m asking you, what are you daydreaming about?" Song Jinze frowned. "Is what I just said feasible?"

Secretary Zhang nodded. "Yes, President, I can help you with the settings so that only the person you want can see it."

"No need," the man rejected without a second thought. "You just tell me how to do it, that’s all."

"Oh." He actually didn’t want to let him know.

Secretary Zhang took the phone from the man’s hand, squatted next to him, and explained the detailed procedure...

"President, I have made myself clear, haven’t I?" Secretary Zhang asked.

"Yes, that’s fine," Song Jinze replied, taking back his phone. He ordered, "Go arrange lunch at a restaurant, the one we went to last time when we were on a business trip to Jincheng. Then go to President Cheng’s place, have him sign the documents, and bring them back."

Secretary Zhang: "Alright, President."

The president was sending him away!

So, the one or two specific people the president wanted to show his Moments to—who could they be?

With a head full of questions, Secretary Zhang left.

Ye Zhenzhen stood upstairs, watching from a distance as Secretary Zhang left. Only then did she come downstairs.

The voices of the two men had not been loud earlier, and she had not heard much, assuming they were discussing work, so she had not come down to disturb them.

After Song Jinze posted his Moments, he asked Ye Zhenzhen, who had come down from upstairs, "For lunch, we are going to a local specialty restaurant. Do you have any plans afterward?"

Ye Zhenzhen’s shimmering eyes flickered, then she sat down beside Xiao Chen and asked, "Little guy, do you want to play in Jincheng or go home?"

Song Yuchen was intently playing with the gift his father had given him, immune to any noise from the outside world.

In front of such a serious and adorable little bun, Ye Zhenzhen couldn’t resist cupping the little guy’s cheeks and making him look at her. "Xiao Chen, answer Mommy’s question first. Do you want to play here or go home?"

Actually, Ye Zhenzhen wanted to return to Jiangcheng this afternoon, rest up, and attend the script reading at the studio over the weekend.

But there was little Xiao Chen. Originally, if Liu Rui hadn’t called, she had planned to take the little guy to play in Jincheng for two days.

If the little guy wanted to play here, that was fine too—they still had this afternoon and tomorrow. At worst, they could fly back to Jiangcheng tomorrow night; she’d just have to endure a bit more hardship.

"I’m okay with either!" The little guy’s tender face, held by Ye Zhenzhen, pouted with his pinkish lips as he replied.

After all, Cheng Jiaming had gone to school, and Aunt Su Xi was also busy. Now that he had a gift brought by Daddy, he didn’t mind whether they went out to play or not.

Thinking this, the little guy suggested with a smile, "Why don’t we go home then? We can come back to play next time when Aunt Su Xi is free."

Ye Zhenzhen gently pinched the little guy’s cheeks again. "Okay, then let’s go home."

Turning her head, she looked at Song Jinze and said, "After lunch, shall we return to Jiangcheng this afternoon?"

"Hmm, have you packed all your things? Take them directly to the car. After eating, we’ll go to the airport," he replied.

"Okay," Ye Zhenzhen replied, then her gaze fell on the man’s handsome face. "About the school donation, I haven’t yet thanked you. Thank you! Also, I’d like an invitation to the Chenguang Charity Gala."

A few days ago, she already knew that this man was helping her behind the scenes, making donations to schools in her name. Combining this with the name Chenguang, she was certain that this charitable organization belonged to Song Jinze.

She had wanted to mention it during the phone task arranged by the show’s crew last time, but in the end, she didn’t. It wasn’t too late to say it now.

After all, she knew he was helping her, and she felt very grateful in her heart. Even though the original owner had said in front of Old Master Song and this man that she didn’t need his help, this man still helped her at a critical moment, didn’t he?

As for why she felt so entitled to ask the man for an invitation, it was probably because she found that after these recent interactions, she got along with this man quite well, and there was no need to be wishy-washy about it.

If she could get it, she would; if not, there was nothing she could do.

"You’re my wife, no need to be polite," Song Jinze’s thin lips curved slightly as he continued, "As for the charity gala, when we return to Jiangcheng, I’ll have President Lei from Chenguang contact you."

He never interfered with the internal management of Chenguang; he was invited to the charity galas before, but he was always too busy and didn’t want to attend such gatherings, so he wasn’t clear about the specifics.

Ye Zhenzhen responded, "Okay, I’ll go upstairs then."

She didn’t know President Lei; since the man had said so, she would just wait for President Lei to contact her.

She assumed the invitation shouldn’t be a problem.

Song Jinze’s brow furrowed slightly as his gaze heavily settled on the woman’s slender and exquisite figure. Recently, he could feel that their relationship had eased somewhat.

But the estrangement and the stiffness in their conversations were still very apparent...

...

In the afternoon, Ye Zhenzhen and Xiao Chen naturally followed Song Jinze on his private jet back to Jiangcheng.

Before boarding the plane, Ye Zhenzhen sent Su Xi a message. Knowing that she was busy, she didn’t call but sent a WeChat message, informing her that they had left Jincheng.

Jiangcheng.

In the afternoon, Feige brought tasty food and drinks to look for Xiao Yi at his apartment, finding him engrossed in gaming.

He sighed discontentedly, "My lord, you’ve pushed all your schedules for the past few days, you don’t go out, and you just nest at home to play games all day. Aren’t you bored stiff?"

Xiao Yi couldn’t be bothered to lift his head, his long, pale, slender hands gripping the mouse as he concentrated hard on his game. He asked, "The pan-fried buns from Leng Ji that you were supposed to bring, did you get them?"

"Got them, got them. You’d better eat them while they’re hot. Talented Xia mentioned that there’s a script reading the day after tomorrow, and you have to attend," said Feige as he took out the food containers, arranging the fruit and the pan-fried buns on the table next to him.

He continued to grumble, "If a paparazzi caught you in this state all day at home, do you think your girlfriend fans would still be so infatuated with you?"

At this point, Feige couldn’t help but think, if this master were to really date someone, and his girlfriend asked him out, would he say he has to play games and sleep?

Xiao Yi snorted, "What does my personal life have to do with them? They just need to follow my work. Forget following my personal life."

After speaking, he got up from the computer, walked over to where Feige was sitting at the table, "Did you just say that the script reading involves actors and actresses from the whole crew participating?"

Feige threw Xiao Yi a contemptuous look, "You might as well ask me directly, will Ye Zhenzhen go? It’s much simpler this way, why beat around the bush so much."

Xiao Yi picked up a pair of chopsticks and grabbed a small bun, eating it in one bite, "Hmm, then tell me, will Ye Zhenzhen go?"

Ye Zhenzhen was taking that kid Song Yuchen to a show; she should be returning to Jiangcheng, right?

They even said they’d bring him some persimmons!