Although Chu Munan’s odd reaction wasn’t very noticeable, Song Qiao still picked up on it directly.
She slightly raised her eyebrows and stared steadfastly at him, her tone mocking as she spoke, "That pot of indeterminate stuff, it wasn’t all made by you, was it?"
Upon hearing Song Qiao’s sarcastic tone, Chu Munan’s face darkened instantly as he retorted, "What do you an by ’indeterminate stuff’? That clearly is congee..."
"Whose congee looks like that?" Song Qiao glared at him, nearly gnashing her teeth as she said, "You’re feeding this to , are you trying to kill ?"
Chu Munan imdiately beca very displeased, his expression growing even more grim, "It’s just congee, how could it possibly kill you?"
Song Qiao gave him a top-to-bottom look and then imdiately turned around to enter the kitchen, turned off the stove, wrapped a towel around the pot’s handles, carried it out directly, and placed it on the dining table, "Okay, then you drink it."
The lid was opened, and inside was a pot full of a motley mix, not simply congee. The reason why Song Qiao called it an indeterminate object was entirely because it contained almost every color of vegetables, fruits, and at one could think of.
For this reason, Song Qiao admitted to herself that this was the first ti she had seen soone cook congee and actually put in so many ’ingredients’.
This was clearly a culinary disaster.
Chu Munan at first didn’t understand what was going on, and he ca over to take a look inside the pot. Instantly, his face turned dark; however, instead of saying anything to Song Qiao, he stood in the living room and, through gritted teeth, bellowed, "Chu Mubei, get your ass out here."
Song Qiao looked sowhat stunned at the man who suddenly called out a na with a hint of anger, and for a mont, she didn’t realize what was going on.
Until suddenly a ’thud’ of sothing heavy hitting the floor reached her ears, and she imdiately turned around with alertness to look inside the kitchen.
Chu Munan reacted quickly, striding toward the kitchen, then after a few seconds, he ca out carrying a child...
A child?
Song Qiao’s eyes widened as she caught sight of a little boy, who appeared to be three or four years old, being held by Chu Munan. She was stunned, and a million "what the heck" thoughts raced through her mind.
Fuck, who can tell her why this man could bring out a child from the kitchen?
The little boy, picked up by the back of his clothes by Chu Munan, was too short to touch the ground with his feet, struggling to get down, but unable to break free, his tiny lips pursed in a discontented expression.
Looking at the little boy who bore so resemblance to Chu Munan, and recalling that Chu Munan seed to have called out the na ’Chu Mubei’, she shivered and blurted out a question while staring at the tall and upright man, "Chu Munan, is this... your son?"
The man’s face darkened, but he glared at Song Qiao and retorted, "Do I look like soone who has a son that big?"
And where does the kid even resemble as his father?
Song Qiao sized Chu Munan up and down and then seriously nodded her head, uttering a word, "Yes!"
Chu Munan, "..." His face darkened as he let go of the little one in his hand and spoke with a touch of anger, "Chu Mubei, what are you doing here? Who the hell sent you?"
The man’s face was shadowy, the veins on his forehead visibly throbbing as if he were desperately holding back imnse anger.
Seeing Chu Munan like this, Song Qiao couldn’t help but feel a bit scared, instinctively took a few cautious steps back, and her gaze fell on the unruffled little one, almost wanting to give him a thumbs up.
Unlike Song Qiao’s fear, Chu Mubei didn’t seem afraid at all. After being set down, he remained quite composed, patted his clothes, and even straightened his wrinkled clothes from being picked up. He looked at Chu Munan with his big eyes and cracked a smile, "I had the bodyguard send over, bro, you can’t do this. Coming to An City for fun and not bringing along, be careful or I’ll complain to daddy..."
Bro...
This word slamd into Song Qiao’s ears like a sudden thunderbolt.
Looking back and forth between Chu Munan and Chu Mubei, both of an age that would normally be father and son, Chu Munan himself appeared to be at least in his early thirties, right?
How could he possibly... have such a young brother?
"Who the hell told you your dad ca here for fun?"
"Dad told you ca here to have fun; isn’t that the case?"
"That’s your dad lying to you, idiot!"
"But that’s your dad too, isn’t it?"
Chu Munan, "..." Can I just strangle this kid?
Song Qiao stood there, looking at the sowhat similar... uh, brothers before her, temporarily at a loss for words, and she couldn’t find a way to interject.
Chu Mubei seed not to intend on arguing with his own brother anymore. He turned his head and his gaze fell upon Song Qiao, sizing her up, then walked over to her like a complete little gentleman, reached out his little hand with a slight smile, "Hello, my na is Chu Mubei, I am Chu Munan’s younger brother. What’s your na?"
"How old are you?"
"What do you do for a living?"
"Where do you live?"
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
The little guy looked at Song Qiao, showing a very innocent smile, but he kept firing off several questions.
Song Qiao "..." Is he here to conduct a census?
Before Song Qiao could reply, Chu Munan behind her had already stepped forward, picked up the little guy, and warned through clenched teeth, "Chu Mubei, believe it or not, I’ll throw you out right now?"
Although he was picked up, and his feet couldn’t touch the ground, Chu Mubei didn’t show any signs of panic, clearly used to being lifted like this.
Without any sign of distress, the little guy lifted his head to look at Chu Munan, smiled slightly with a bit of innocence, and said, "Brother, I’m trying to find you a girlfriend so you can end your single life. With that fierce look, you’ll scare the girls away. Do you plan to be a bachelor for life?"
After a pause, he continued without waiting for Chu Munan to speak, with a mature look beyond his years, "That won’t do, daddy has always wanted a grandson. Moreover, if it wasn’t for you refusing to find a wife and have a baby for him to play with, why would he have had ? So you need to hurry up and find a wife, have a baby for daddy to play with, otherwise, daddy will surely have another little brother."
Standing there motionless, Song Qiao beca utterly disheveled upon hearing the little guy’s words.
Whose child is this in front of ? How can he be so extraordinary?
But so cute, right?
Chu Munan’s face got even darker. Without a second thought, he carried the little guy towards the door, threw him outside the villa, and then slamd the door shut.
Watching all this warily, Song Qiao didn’t interfere, and when Chu Munan ca back in, she then asked, "Is he really your brother?" Not your son?
The man stopped in his tracks, his face no longer gloomy but restored to indifference. Yet, instead of answering, he retorted, "What are you implying?"
Song Qiao, "...I didn’t an anything by it, just curious."
Song Qiao did not know the background of Chu Munan. When she was once taken as a hostage by this man, she had wondered countless tis just who he was and why he was involved with Zuo Yuqing.
Later, when she went back to the Chu Family to recuperate at ho, she looked up her information as well. Just searching for ’Chu Munan’ yielded so results on Baidu, but the details were not very comprehensive, with only a few reports, roughly sketching his business background and public identity.
She knew that he was the eldest son of the Chu Family, the current president of Chu Group, a character respected in both legal and illegal circles abroad, but nothing more.
She never expected that he had such a young brother.
And judging by his brother, he was no ordinary kid.
The man glanced at the dinner table, where the pot of porridge was now inedible, his brows slightly furrowed, before he finally said bluntly, "Make it again, it was that kid who ssed with the food."
"Are you going to cook for ?" Song Qiao asked instinctively.
Chu Munan, "...You’re thinking too much." After that, he turned around and headed upstairs, with no intention of dealing with Song Qiao any further.
Song Qiao, "..." I was just asking, okay? She had regretted it as soon as she asked.
In the end, with no other option, Song Qiao went to the kitchen to cook for herself. Fortunately, the fridge was well stocked with ingredients, so she was able to prepare four dishes and a soup.
When it cos to food, she never shortchanged herself, being quite picky unless the circumstances were special.
Secondly, because, in truth, she was a bit of a foodie.
For a foodie, nothing else matters, food is paramount.
Though she had not fully embraced the essence of a food lover.
However, when she was done and served the four dishes and a soup out of the kitchen, she saw Chu Mubei at the dining table, drooling over her food.
She walked over with the soup, set it down, looked at the little guy with a slight smile, and asked, "Do you want to eat?"
The little guy, seeing Song Qiao, showed no embarrassnt or fear, nodded earnestly, and asked, "Will you let eat?"
"What if I said no?"
"Not much." The little guy’s answer to Song Qiao wasn’t much surprising; resting his head in his hands, he said, "The worst that could happen is that I sit here watching you eat, unless you have the heart to starve ."
"..."
...
Inside Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao’s villa, the man’s expression was as dark as before. But now, aside from Xi Mohan and Ning Wan, everyone else had left.
Assistant Xue walked in briskly from the outside and addressed Lu Jingchen, "President, we’ve located the whereabouts of the madam."
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