Welcome to the Misogyny Game

Zhou Man has finally woken up, and Liu Chaoque no longer needs to risk losing his leg or arm. This is truly a cause for celebration.

However, Zhou Man, the policeman, was a little sad. He woke up to find that he had been in a vegetative state for more than a month, and that his father, who had died more than ten years ago, had come back to life.

He said that after the plane crashed, it fell into the sea, and he was lucky enough to be rescued by someone found by Liu Chaoque, who was visiting the area at the time.

But he may have bumped into something and lost his memory. He still knows common sense, but he just can't remember people.

"I've been going to the hospital for treatment on and off for the past few years, and I only recently remembered some things," Zhou Ziguang explained.

Whether they believe it or not, this is the only explanation he can give. He can't very well say that the girl next to him has supernatural powers and saved him.

Zhou Ziguang glanced at her.

Liu Chaoque: You're smart to know your place.

Zhou Man, still recovering from exhaustion and mental overhaul, didn't notice this, otherwise the officer's intuition would have immediately sensed something was wrong between the two.

Zhou Man seemed to believe it, or perhaps that was the only thing he could believe. He dared not imagine that his father had started a new family outside, and that while he and his mother were still married, one was a bigamist and the other a widow.

It is unacceptable both legally and morally.

He didn't see the man transform from a thirty-year-old to a fifty-year-old, so he couldn't quite understand his mother's envious, jealous, and hateful gaze, nor her eye-rolling.

"It seems like you saved me again." He looked at Liu Chaoque, who was sitting on the only stool, casually peeling an apple, and then taking a big bite himself.

"You'll get used to it after saving so many people." She swallowed a bite of apple and said very politely, "Congratulations on regaining consciousness and being free from the life of receiving intravenous nutrition, even though you were unconscious at the time."

It seems that Si Man now has a bit more of a boss-like aura. She just sits there, and every smile and frown reveals her strategic planning.

Or perhaps he already looks quite weathered at such a young age.

"Thank you." Zhou Man's eyebrows curved into a smile, and a touch of red appeared on her pale face.

Liu Chaoque sighed and sat back down between the two of them with a stool. Feng Tiantian looked at Liu Chaoque's hair whorl with a smile. Oh my, this little girl is getting cuter and cuter the more you look at her. Even her hair whorl is so delicate.

Seeing her mother's extremely good mood, Zhou Man wondered, "What exactly happened to them during the month or so that I was unconscious?"

"Okay, eat light meals these few days. Once the doctor says you can eat normally, I'll take you out to celebrate. Let's bring Aunt Feng and Uncle Zhou too." Liu Chaoque managed to squeeze out this sentence after a long time.

“Okay.” Feng Tiantian happily agreed. Over the past month, she found the little girl more and more pleasing to the eye, while she found the little girl’s son more and more disliked. If the little girl hadn’t explicitly refused, she would have really wanted to take her in as her daughter.

Who wouldn't want a sweet and caring daughter?

Liu Chaoque, who didn't want to suddenly have an extra mother: Da Mei.

Zhou Ziguang was even less likely to agree; of course, he would agree to whatever his benefactor said.

Zhou Man looked completely puzzled.

Five days later, Siman, who had developed a little interest, received a reward from her finance professor, who invited her to his home for dinner.

Actually, Liu Chaoque, who was a bit socially awkward, didn't know how to refuse, so he came along half-heartedly.

Seeing this intersection that has been repeated hundreds of times, seeing the entrance to the residential area just around the corner.

No, nobody said that our teacher Shen lives in this neighborhood.

"Mom, why are you back?" Xi Jingrong opened the door. Then she saw Liu Chaoque looking embarrassed.

"Good afternoon." She felt awkward, like someone who had just started learning English; she didn't dare to speak and didn't recognize any words.

"Siman, what are you doing here? Could it be..."

Before he could unleash his full power, Shen Qinghe tapped Xi Jingrong on the head with a speechless expression: "Your mother is still here. You don't still imagine that you were saved by a little girl, and that only that little girl knows where you live, do you?"

She was baffled. How could her intelligent son be so foolish as to ask someone to wait for him to run into a tree stump? If he wanted to find someone so badly, why not just check the security footage to see where he went?

Moreover, there are always clues about people in this world. If someone is truly interested, how could they have been searching for someone for ten years without finding them?

Therefore, Ms. Shen's attitude towards her son, who had once saved her life, was greatly diminished.

Seeing that this child acted like Baoyu seeing Daiyu whenever he saw Liu Chaoque made me furious.

If you like it, go for it. Why look for a substitute or an excuse? The childhood wonder is outdated. Xi Jingrong is looking at it from a spiraling upward perspective.

In front of outsiders, after saying this, Teacher Shen changed her shoes and went into the house. Liu Chaoque looked at the empty floor with some confusion. She looked at Xi Jingrong, who was staring blankly at her, and couldn't help but ask, "Um, slippers."

"Oh." He then hurriedly opened the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of rather pink shoes for her.

In Ms. Shen's family, her husband cooks. The man wears a floral apron and announces the names of the dishes before serving them on the table.

“You’re the first student my wife has brought home.” He adopted a domineering CEO demeanor: “Uncle doesn’t know what you like to eat, so try my cooking first and see if it suits your taste.”

Liu Chaoque thanked them and then, with great ceremony, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork. From childhood to adulthood, the only sweet and sour pork she had ever eaten was from the school cafeteria. She couldn't judge whether it was good or bad, but it was really delicious. Liu Chaoque visibly became happy.

Teacher Shen knew that this child liked Northeastern cuisine.

They packed her all the meat and vegetables, and even gave her some freshly made pancakes before she left. They were golden and crispy, and looked very appetizing.

Xi Jingrong saw him off when he left. Seeing that he didn't seem to have a peaceful relationship with this father, Liu Chaoque, enveloped in warmth, blurted out without thinking, "Were you this father back then?"

Then she felt the sunset was dazzling; it turned out the person next to her had green eyes.

"Do you remember what happened back then?" Xi Jingrong asked cautiously, wanting to confirm but also afraid of failing again.

"You little brat, you're gone in the blink of an eye." Liu Chaoque complained, "This little crybaby from back then has grown up so much, how could I possibly recognize her?"

"Then how come you recognized me now?" Xi Jingrong was exasperated.

“According to the address.” Liu Chaoque was speechless. “I delivered it to your doorstep, but it’s been sitting at the intersection for four whole days. Luckily, no mosquitoes bit me, or my mouth would be full of welts.”

Xi Jingrong stammered, "This isn't just youthful ignorance."

"Now he's matured, but he also seems aloof," Liu Chaoque commented aptly. "Who's he trying to impress with that long face all day?"

Xi Jingrong acted like a grandson.

Later, the student council members discovered that their president had become even more terrifying. When reporting problems, he would try his best to smile, but his intimidating power was even greater than when he was serious. He was almost becoming a model for stopping a child's crying.

However, Liu Chaoque was unaware of these things at the time. The next day, she kept her promise and took Zhou Man's family to eat a high-class Chinese meal, a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

As more than ten dishes were served, not only did Zhou Man feel uneasy, but even Feng Tiantian, who had been looking forward to it, became a little flustered. When the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall was served, she finally couldn't help but say, "This celebratory banquet is a bit too grand."

"It's alright." She picked up a piece of abalone: ​​"It's basically the most dishes covered in a Manchu Han Imperial Feast. You can eat whatever you like, I'll pay for tonight's meal."

"If this were in a bar, I'd probably arrest you," Zhou Man said helplessly.

“But we’re in a restaurant now, and I just splurge a little,” Liu Chaoque laughed. “Don’t feel guilty. Anyway, Mu Li doesn’t need to curry favor with a policeman to set up this whole thing.”

Mu Li nodded demurely: "It's just a family dinner, and there's no money involved."

Zhou Man: "Fine." There's a feeling that things are getting increasingly difficult.

Despite saying that, the food was really delicious, and of course, the price was really attractive. He always felt that after eating these incredibly delicious and tempting foods, the instant noodles and dumplings seemed rather bland.

"Relax," Liu Chaoque said. "Only by eating the finest ingredients can you truly appreciate what delicious freshness tastes like. Once you find the best, you won't settle for less." It sounded like words he was using to educate his daughter. Oh well, it works.

“That’s true,” he said.