Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son
Chapter 92 Storytelling 1 (before dawn~)

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 Storytelling 1 (before dawn~)

Song Jinze saw his son in pajamas, holding a thick book in his hand, and he couldn’t help frowning. Walking up to Xiao Chen, he lifted the little guy into his arms and asked softly, "Why are you running around barefooted?"

Song Yuchen giggled and said, "I went to get a storybook, I want Mom to tell me a story. Dad, have you had dinner yet?"

Song Jinze nodded, "Yeah, I have. What about you, did you have fun playing today?"

"So much fun! Hehe... but..." As he spoke, the little guy’s brows furrowed, "Dad, this afternoon when I was playing outside with Ye Zhenzhen, I noticed someone was following us."

Song Jinze raised an eyebrow, "Really? How many people?"

Was the person Secretary Zhang had arranged so clumsy that even Xiao Chen noticed them?

"Just one, but don’t worry, I listened to you and took good care of your wife the whole time, she’s fine!"

Song Jinze listened to his son finish speaking and replied earnestly, "Thank you for protecting my wife so responsibly."

"You’re welcome! So... Dad, can you carry me to your room? I want Mom to tell me a story.

Tonight I have to sleep with you guys because tomorrow morning, I need to wake Mom up, she said she’s going to take me to kindergarten."

A flicker of surprise crossed Song Jinze’s eyes, Ye Zhenzhen was going to take Xiao Chen to kindergarten?

He smiled and answered, "Okay, I’ll carry you into the room to sleep."

Ye Zhenzhen, watching Song Jinze carry Xiao Chen into the room, was somewhat surprised – why was this man coming home so early now!

Song Jinze glanced at Ye Zhenzhen with a faint look in his eyes, then carried Xiao Chen to the bed, "You play with Mom, I’m going to take a shower."

Song Yuchen said, "Dad, be quick, okay? I’m waiting for you to come sleep with us!"

"Okay."

Ye Zhenzhen’s face showed a hint of embarrassment, they were going to sleep three to a bed again tonight!

Why is this man home every day now?

In the original book’s plot, wasn’t this man always away from home?

Could it be that the entire plot has changed, and so has this man?

"Ye Zhenzhen! What are you thinking about?" Xiao Chen’s milky little hand waved in front of Ye Zhenzhen’s eyes.

"Nothing, nothing. Which story do you want to hear? I’ll tell you one!"

"Just start with one story." Song Yuchen said, already snuggling into the bed.

Xiao Chen quite liked the stories in this book, but he didn’t recognize most of the characters in it. When he wanted to read this book before, he had the family’s servants read it to him.

Now that Ye Zhenzhen said she could tell him stories, naturally, he wanted to bring his favorite book.

"Okay." Ye Zhenzhen opened the storybook, her expression froze. Are boys’ books so different from girls’ books?

This book was full of stories about historical dynasties, nothing like the fairy tales she had imagined...

"Mom, start telling the story!"

Ye Zhenzhen cleared her throat slightly, "Alright, here we go."

"In the middle of the Tang Dynasty, politics were extremely chaotic. The rulers desperately extorted wealth from the populace, wasting it on lavish enjoyment and unrelenting warfare.

In 805 A.D., Liu Zongyuan was demoted to Yongzhou as a minister of war, where he witnessed the dire misery of the common folk..."

Ye Zhenzhen had a solid foundation in delivering lines; her soft and pleasant voice told the stories of historical dynasties with perfect cadence and intonation, completely captivating Xiao Chen as he listened.

The little guy’s face, round and milky, beamed with a happy and joyful smile. He thought Ye Zhenzhen’s voice was very pleasant to hear, and the stories she told were way more interesting than those told by anyone else.

Growing up, it was only in these past two days that he had come to realize just how blissful and wonderful it was to have both mom and dad by his side when going to sleep...

After taking a bath, Song Jinze, wrapped in a bathrobe, emerged from the bathroom, towel-drying his partially wet, jet-black hair.

He glanced at the woman half-reclined on the bed, telling stories to their son. With her long hair draped over, a gentle smile on her fair little face, her lips moving delicately, her voice, like the sound from heaven, narrated the ups and downs of historical dynasties...

Song Jinze couldn’t help but curve the corners of his lips upwards, as he remembered the call he received from the old man that afternoon;

To tell the tale properly, we have to go back to the previous Friday night.

The old gentleman had told the couple to come home early that day, and the next day he called Aunt Li to ask if there had been any quarrels the previous night when the couple returned home.

At the end of the day, the old gentleman was still very afraid that Ye Zhenzhen would be bullied by his grandson.

Faced with the sudden question from the old gentleman for the first time, Aunt Li dared not be vague and informed the old gentleman of the fact that the couple slept in separate rooms at night.

The old gentleman, who had been looking forward to holding a grandchild, naturally couldn’t sit still upon hearing such news.

After thinking about it for an entire day at home, he could not resist calling Song Jinze. As soon as the phone connected, he burst out shouting;

"Song Jinze! You little rascal, what’s this about you and Zhenzhen sleeping in separate rooms? You’re hardly ever home, and now when you are, you still sleep in different rooms from your wife. Are you trying to give this old man a heart attack?"

Song Jinze patiently tried to calm his grandfather down, "Grandpa, we’ve only been married for half a year. Some things can’t be rushed; they should develop slowly. Feelings also need time to grow..."

But the old gentleman couldn’t stand such high-sounding talk. When Song Jinze said that, it only irritated him more;

"You have the nerve to say ’take it slow’, yet you’re never home, you don’t even know what’s good about your own wife. How can you ’take it slow’? Until your work is finished and you retire?

By then, how old will you be? Will anyone want to develop feelings with you then?"

Song Jinze’s handsome face immediately darkened, but since the grandfather was the grandfather, he couldn’t argue back.

The old gentleman didn’t care what Song Jinze would think and continued to vent his frustration;

"True feelings need close contact and appreciation. You’re making it like you and your wife are in a long-distance marriage. Tell me, when am I going to be able to hold a grandchild..."

Song Jinze sighed deeply, "Alright, Grandpa, I’ll come home more often!"

"Not ’more often’, you little rascal. You have to come home every day, spend time with your wife and child!"

"Okay!"

Now, looking at the warm scene in the room and thinking carefully about the old man’s words, it did make sense...

These past few days, his opinion of Ye Zhenzhen had indeed changed. It started after she appeared on the variety show when he began to pay attention to Xiao Chen and, gradually, he couldn’t help but quietly start paying attention to her.

He couldn’t help wanting to know what this woman would do each day and if she would get impatient with Xiao Chen.

However, to his surprise, when she was alone with Xiao Chen, she managed everything very well...

That was the beginning of his formal understanding of her.

After he finished drying his hair, Song Jinze went into the walk-in closet to change into a satin pajama set. He strode across with his long legs and lay down on his side of the bed from last night.

Lying next to Xiao Chen, he listened intently to the woman telling the story, his handsome face serious...