Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son
Chapter 336

Chapter 336: 336

In the quiet carriage, Ye Zhenzhen’s stomach began to protest with hunger...

Song Jinze’s eyes glinted with a faint smile, "It seems Mrs. Song is truly hungry."

Ye Zhenzhen sighed slightly, "I am hungry. Didn’t I just tell you? It’s almost mealtime now; aren’t you hungry?"

"Hungry."

Song Jinze started the car, steering with one hand while glancing at her, his deep-set eyes darkened, "I never used to feel hungry, but I do today."

Ye Zhenzhen was taken aback, not fully understanding yet subtly, the tips of her ears had already turned stealthily red, even showing signs of spreading...

It seemed the conversation could not continue.

She said with annoyance, "Just focus on driving and find a place to eat quickly."

Song Jinze kept a straight face and nodded, "Yes, I should drive carefully."

Ye Zhenzhen: ...

This damned man!

He had just finished bullying her, and now he still wanted to get the verbal upper hand!

Considering that the woman was hungry, Song Jinze didn’t drive far before he found a nearby restaurant for them to dine at.

The restaurant had a nice ambiance. He had been here before and was quite familiar with the place; he asked the waiter for a private room.

Once seated, the waiter brought over the menu, and he ordered a few dishes based on Ye Zhenzhen’s preferences, "Please hurry with the dishes."

"Of course, sir, please wait a moment."

It wasn’t the peak lunch rush yet, and whether it was because Song Jinze had made a request or because the restaurant simply wasn’t too busy, the food arrived quickly.

The dishes they had ordered were served in no time.

Ye Zhenzhen was very hungry and didn’t talk during the meal.

On the other hand, the man sitting beside her, who claimed to be hungry, didn’t touch his chopsticks but was instead busy dealing with work on his phone. He even took a call from Secretary Zhang without avoiding her, discussing work-related matters right beside her.

The call lasted quite a while. Ye Zhenzhen ate slowly, thinking that since the two of them were dining together, she couldn’t just look after herself and ignore him, busy as he was.

When he finally hung up the phone, Ye Zhenzhen said, "President Song, no matter how busy you are, you need to make time to eat, right?"

If he didn’t hurry, the hot dishes on the table would turn cold.

At her words, a trace of a smile spread across Song Jinze’s face as he put his phone aside, "Okay, it’s time to eat."

No sooner had he spoken than his phone rang again...

After the man on the other end of the line started talking about business, he interrupted, "President Ma, my wife says that no matter how busy one is, one must eat. Can we talk after lunch?"

"But, President Song, at this time..."

"Alright, President Ma, if we keep talking, my wife will get angry. She’s waiting for me to have lunch," he said.

There was a clear pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a polite response, "Then I’ll wait for President Song to finish eating and we can talk after..."

"Yes, we’ll talk in person."

After hanging up the phone, the man put his phone back in its place and started enjoying his lunch in an exceptionally good mood.

But Ye Zhenzhen felt a bit complicated. When he had just mentioned her being angry—where had she shown any anger?

"By saying that just now, won’t the other person think Mrs. Song is fierce?" she asked.

Song Jinze’s lips curved slightly, "How could they, they will only think Mrs. Song is formidable, and they’ll think I’m very fortunate."

"But I feel like you’re tarnishing my reputation," she said seriously.

Song Jinze chuckled softly, his eyes filled with affection as he put down his chopsticks, poured her a bowl of soup, and thoughtfully said, "Mrs. Song’s reputation doesn’t need tarnishing, whether good or bad, I like it all the same."

Ye Zhenzhen: ...

Done for, her heartbeat suddenly started to race again, no matter how she heard it, those words sounded a bit like a confession...

Glancing once more at that dog of a man, he coolly picked up his chopsticks, gracefully enjoying the delicacies...

Was he teasing her?

...

Meanwhile, at Huanya Group’s secretarial office.

Secretary Zhang very politely said to President Ma, "President Ma, it’s almost time for lunch; would you like me to arrange for you to dine in the company’s restaurant?"

President Ma directly ignored Secretary Zhang’s arrangement, grumbling, "Secretary Zhang, didn’t you say your president went out for business? Just now, he said on the phone that he was dining with Mrs. Song, and look at the time now, it’s only a quarter past eleven, is this a time to eat?"

Secretary Zhang smiled and said, "President Ma, our president’s biological clock has always been a bit early, so his meal times are also early."

When he called the president, the president hadn’t said he was dining, had he?

Moreover, when the president left just now, he had asked, and the president only said, "There is a very important matter that requires his personal attention."

So that important matter turned out to be arranging to have lunch with Mrs. Song, and an early brunch at that, at 11 o’clock!

"Is your president’s wife very powerful?" President Ma’s grumbling suddenly turned into a gossiping face.

"Uh..." This question caught Secretary Zhang somewhat at a loss; he shook his head, "Not at all, our Mrs. Song is beautiful and kind-hearted, she’s very nice."

From his recent brief interactions, Secretary Zhang felt that Mrs. Song was indeed just that.

"Oh, Secretary Zhang, you don’t need to say more; I understand. Okay, I’m leaving now, I’ll still come back at three in the afternoon."

Watching President Ma’s retreating figure, Secretary Zhang felt a sense of doom, not realizing that this President Ma was a big blabbermouth investigated by his secretarial due diligence, a man who relied on gossip for business intelligence. It seemed the reputations of the president and Mrs. Song were at risk of being compromised!

And indeed, as Secretary Zhang had anticipated, President Ma, with his big mouth, immediately started gossiping with others in the business circle. Huanya Group’s President Song, who appeared to be a cold and ruthless figure, decisive in his dealings, turned out to be a man who was afraid of his wife.

Another equally gossip-hungry person asked, "Being afraid of one’s wife depends on the context. You’re not giving us specifics here, could it be that you’re making things up?"

President Ma’s face showed unyielding certainty as he affirmed, "President Song even listens to his wife when it comes to meal times—he doesn’t dare to wait until 12 o’clock if his wife tells him to eat at eleven!"

"...Then this Mrs. Song is kind of fierce, isn’t she?"

"Exactly, you can’t raise two kinds of people in one bed; if President Song is so powerful, his wife must be even more formidable than him."

...

After finishing lunch with Song Jinze, Ye Zhenzhen looked at the time, and it wasn’t even noon yet.

The two got into the car.

Song Jinze asked her, "Do you have any plans for the afternoon?"

"No plans, I want to go home and rest."

Having already sorted out the matter with the dress and currently without any other endorsements or events except for Little Pink Elephant, she wanted to go home, have a SPA, and then relax for the rest of the afternoon.

"Then I’ll take you home."

"If you’re busy, it’s fine; I can take a taxi home."

After dropping off the little one in the morning, she had met up with Liu Rui and was using her car, while the driver had already gone home.

Song Jinze’s eyes softened, and his voice was tender, "No matter how busy, nothing’s more important than taking my own wife home."

Ye Zhenzhen gazed out of the car window, blinking, "Did President Song have honey for breakfast today?"

Song Jinze: "???"

"You’re really sweet-tongued!"

She had to admit, aside from being a bit of a dog today, this man really did say some pleasing things.

The man suddenly chuckled, turning his head, his dark eyes sweeping over her face, "Would you like to taste again?"