To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Gu Juncheng ate with conviction, saying, "My son cooked these noodles, can't I, as his father, even eat them?"

Zhangzhu and Zhiyuan looked at each other, sighed, and looked quite helpless.

These parents are getting old, but they're becoming more and more childlike; they can even argue over a bowl of noodles.

Gu Juncheng also said to Zhiyuan, "All you know is how to be filial to your mother. Am I not your father anymore?"

Zhiyuan: ...

Lin Qingping was speechless at his jealousy. "You're even jealous of your son? Aren't you bored?"

"I'm not jealous! I'm just being reasonable!" Gu Juncheng insisted, sounding completely justified.

Lin Qingping was too lazy to pay attention to him. Fine, do whatever you want.

That's just being dramatic!

After finishing their noodles, the brother and sister accompanied Lin Qingping for a walk to digest their food. Although it was evening, the walk on the island was very pleasant. They walked for about an hour before returning, and after washing up, they were ready to go to sleep.

Zhiyuan then realized that he had nowhere to sleep...

"Dad..." Zhiyuan called out helplessly to Gu Juncheng, who had taken the bed in his room first.

“I’ve been sleeping here for a while now. You can sleep here if you want, or you can sleep on the floor if you don’t.” Gu Juncheng’s fatherly authority couldn’t be compromised. He could do all sorts of childish things, but he had to keep a serious face.

What can Zhiyuan do?

Zhiyuan could only sigh.

He and his daughter weren't this difficult to raise when they were little!

He had no choice but to lie down and said earnestly, "Dad, tell me, who does Mom really like?"

Gu Juncheng snorted, "Children shouldn't meddle in adult matters!"

Gu Juncheng's inner thoughts: Is this something I can say?

Zhiyuan shook his head helplessly. "Oh, so you're all grown up now? Fine, then let's go to sleep."

He had just closed his eyes when his father woke him up again, "Zhiyuan, do you think men who are fair-skinned and always smell of cedar are more attractive?"

Uh……

Zhiyuan understood. Could this be the type of man his mother liked? But after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of anyone around him who was like that.

"He can also play the piano, wears an expensive watch on his wrist, a ring on his ring finger, and likes to wear formal attire. When he plays the piano, these items sparkle, making him look like a prince..." Gu Juncheng recited, then snorted, "What watch? What ring? So vain! What formal attire? Aren't our military uniforms good-looking?"

Zhiyuan was completely bewildered. After thinking for a long time, he could only think of one person who could be vaguely associated with this image. "Could it be... Uncle Liang Jiaqi?"

Liang Jiaqi is the only one who usually wears a watch and suits. He has a fair complexion. I don't know if he wears a ring or not. If he gets married, it wouldn't be surprising if he wore a wedding ring, right? After all, Uncle Liang has always been trendy. But I don't think he wears cedarwood or plays the piano.

As soon as Zhiyuan said that, Gu Juncheng exploded, sat up with a jolt, and shouted, "I knew it!"

Zhiyuan: ...

What do you know? If Mom liked Uncle Liang, would you have been involved in all these years?

Zhiyuan was too lazy to pay attention to his father who was always acting on a whim, so Gu Juncheng simply stopped sleeping and rushed outside.

Oh no, Zhiyuan deeply regretted that he had spoken without thinking; now they were really going to have a fight!

He hurriedly got out of bed and ran out, only to see Gu Juncheng already standing at the door of Lin Qingping's room, holding his breath, wanting to knock but not daring to.

"Dad, go to sleep first. I was just saying it offhand, talking nonsense. It's not true!" Zhiyuan pulled him.

Gu Juncheng flung his hand away, "Get out of my way!"

After saying that, he slammed his fist heavily against the door.

Zhiyuan was terrified. Wouldn't that punch escalate the conflict? The house would be in chaos! He could already imagine how deafening Gu Juncheng's shouts on the playground would be, and how angry Lin Qingping would be. There was no going back now…

He was eager to stop him, but all he saw was his father's fist raised high and then gently falling, without the earth-shattering and deafening sound he had imagined.

Gu Juncheng gently knocked on the door. "Comrade Lin Qingping, please come out. I have something to say to you." His tone was just like when he was discussing work: "Comrade Lao X, please come to my office for a moment. We need to discuss something."

Well, he overestimated his father's courage...

The door opened from the inside, and Lin Qingping, her hair disheveled, asked him irritably, "What can't we talk about tomorrow? The children are about to go to sleep."

If it weren't for the children's sake, and to avoid making things too ugly, this door wouldn't be open today.

Gu Juncheng was agile; he squeezed through the open door and slammed it shut from the inside.