PFC Chapter 1334 Meeting with Zhou Lan'er
Chapter 1334 Meeting with Zhou Lan'er
"...Okay." Qi Yao nodded.
Seventeen turned her head and gave him a sidelong glance, "I'm not asking for your consent, OK?"
I called my father, but he was still at the office and his voice wasn't very good. Seventeen subconsciously asked, "Did my mother go to Zhuangmen Inn again?"
"Yeah." Mr. Zhuang San responded so simply.
Seventeen silently said in his heart: Poor dad.
"How can my mother only care about Shiyuan? My father seems very lonely." Seventeen smiled slyly. Qi Yao took a quick look at her. Perhaps she was the only one who dared to talk to the Third Master like this.
There was no response from his father. Seventeen suddenly stopped laughing and said, "Haha, Dad, you'll have a little grandson soon, so it's okay. From now on, my little piggy will rely on you."
“…” There was silence on the other side.
Qi Yao's hands trembled. He named his precious child Little Piglet? Did he agree to this?
Finally, Mr. Zhuang Sanye responded, "Pregnant? How old? Your mother doesn't want this family anymore. I don't see her much in a year."
What he meant was that you should quickly give him a grandson to play with, otherwise he would be really lonely to death.
"It's only been a month. In another nine months, we will have a new member in our family..." Seventeen said with a smile.
"One year." Mr. Zhuang Sanye expressed his dissatisfaction with the time. "Well, I'll hang up if I have time. Oh, come back with Qi Yao for dinner when you have time."
"My mom isn't home, and I won't go home for dinner..." Before she could finish her words, her father asked, "Do I have to drive to the suburbs just to eat?"
Seventeen rolled his eyes. "But even if we drive home, it'll take quite a long time. So going to Zhuangmen Post Station to find Mom is the same as going home. Hey, Dad, if you're free, just go find my Mom. Besides my Mom, your eldest son is still lying in bed. Don't you want to go and show your concern? And, you know, my Mom is as beautiful as an eighteen-year-old girl. Those people who go in and out of Zhuangmen Post Station..."
"Nonsense!" Mr. Zhuang San seemed annoyed and stopped him immediately.
Seventeen laughed heartily, rambling on and on. She was the most favored of the family's children, no doubt about it. As a child, she was afraid of her mother, who was stricter than her father. But as she grew older, she became incredibly close to her mother. Of course, her father was still her father, and their deep dependence and love for her hadn't diminished in the slightest.
Among the children in the Zhuang family, Seventeen's growth was really happy compared to her two younger brothers.
Both brothers, the mature Zhuang Shiyuan and the arrogant Zhuang Shijue, had endured numerous beatings. Zhuang Shijue was routinely caned; he simply wore out the beatings, even when bloodied and bruised, and would repeat his mistakes and get into trouble again, refusing to accept his lesson. Zhuang Shiyuan's beatings were mostly for saving his younger brother, for being implicated.
Seventeen talked on the phone with his father all the way and only hung up after he got home.
As soon as Seventeen hung up the phone, Mr. Zhuang Sanye was getting ready to leave work. Although he had acted calm when he heard his daughter was pregnant, it was ultimately a happy occasion. At this age, he really wanted to hold a soft little baby and play with him. The house was too quiet and needed a child to liven it up.
It was only now that I understood why the old man wanted to keep everyone together. He was old and afraid of loneliness, afraid of being alone, and afraid that his children would forget him.
Zai An stood at the door of the office and asked in a low voice, "Master, do you want to eat something outside or go back to the banker?"
Mr. Zhuang San was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Let's go to Zhuangmen Post Station."
Now?
When An was suspicious, he immediately responded, "Yes!"
*
Qi Yao made an appointment to meet Zhou Lan'er. If it weren't for Zhou Haoyu's matter, Qi Yao would not have met Zhou Lan'er alone.
Zhou Lan'er knew Kou Quan very well, perhaps even better than he did. So Qi Yao's approach was dangerous, but some things, if not faced head-on, would simply mean sitting back and waiting for death.
Qi Yao arrived at the coffee shop earlier. Zhou Lan'er walked in, and Qi Yao noticed the flat shoes on her feet. He wasn't impressed by the brand name, but rather by the fact that this beauty-conscious woman used to be reluctant to take off her high heels even after a long day of shopping, worried that the shape of her legs would be unsightly without them.
But today, she changed into flat shoes. There is probably only one reason why such a woman is willing to change her flat shoes: she is going to be a mother.
Zhou Lan'er was wearing an early spring windbreaker today. The material was sky blue organza, and her belly was not visible when she wore it.
"What do you want to drink?" Qi Yao calmly withdrew his gaze. He had been sorry for her in the first place, but now that he saw that she was doing well, he felt relieved.
Zhou Lan'er sat down and put her bag aside. "Juice, Dr. Shangqi is not at work at this time, and you asked me out for tea. Does your dean know that he won't deduct your salary?"
Qi Yao smiled without answering, called the waiter, and ordered two glasses of juice and a fruit plate.
"The gentleman who came to our hospital for surgery..." Qi Yao didn't intend to beat around the bush and went straight to the point. "Please allow me to make a bold guess. Is he Miss Zhou's brother, Zhou Haoyu?"
"Yes."
Zhou Lan'er readily admitted that there was nothing to hide about this matter. Her brother was the victim, so why should he hide? It should be the banker who should be reflecting on this and unable to sleep at night.
Qi Yao clasped his hands together and placed them on the table. "It's just as I expected."
Zhou Lan'er stared at Qi Yao's hand, then suddenly reached out and grabbed it, "Doctor Qi's hand..."
Qi Yao has a scar on the back of his left hand. It was caused by a fight with Zhou Haoyu when he was a child. The scar is still on the back of his hand and has not faded yet.
Qi Yao subconsciously pulled away, "Miss Zhou, please respect yourself!"
Zhou Lan'er looked at Qi Yao and came back to her senses. She said seriously, "Don't get me wrong, my ex-boyfriend Kou Quan has a similar scar on the back of his hand. Kou Quan, you should know him too, right? No, you should be very familiar with him."
"Well, of course I've seen him. He's Qiqi's older brother, but his scars are lighter. Mine are from a fire, and there's one on my wrist as well."
Qi Yao avoided Zhou Lan'er's hand and rolled up his sleeves. There were indeed two scars on his arms, which looked like they were there for quite a few years.
"How did this come about? It looks like a serious injury." Zhou Lan'er asked casually. It wasn't a new scar. It must have taken at least seven or eight years to recover to this extent.
"I was kidnapped by human traffickers for a few days, and I was injured during those days. Fortunately, my family found me, otherwise I would have died long ago. It was a long time ago, probably when I was thirteen or fourteen years old, more than ten years ago." Qi Yao smiled easily.
"Oh..." Zhou Lan'er nodded without much interest, but her doubts were dispelled.