Li Qiyu cleared her throat and seriously declared, "Mr. Song, I think we've already reached a consensus. Just in case you've forgotten, I'll tell you again. For now, we're just in a simple cooperative relationship. Once the time's up, the agreement will automatically terminate. To avoid any complications, please keep your feelings in check, Mr. Song."
Li Qiyu rejected Song Jiaye once again.
Song Jiaye didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Seeing Li Qiyu looking at him as if demanding a definite attitude, Song Jiaye could only say helplessly, "Don't worry. I'll abide by the promise."
"Good. I hope Mr. Song will keep his word."
As Li Qiyu said this, she turned around and got busy with her own business.
Song Jiaye watched Li Qiyu's back and sighed.
Why did he feel that proposing a divorce period back then was like shooting himself in the foot?
Just then, there was a knock on the door. It was the nanny from the Song family.
"Madam, Mr. Song, dinner is ready."
At first, Li Qiyu was quite happy to hear about dinner, but now... Pinching her increasingly round face in the mirror, she couldn't be happy.
"Grandpa Song loves to serve food so much. It's impolite not to eat it all, and I've gained so much weight."
Song Jiaye replied, "It's good to be a bit plump." The former Li Xiyu was tall and thin. Especially after she took off her makeup, her face was deathly pale, looking malnourished.
So he really thought it was good for Li Qiyu to be a bit fatter.
But Li Qiyu didn't think so. She propped her chin up and said helplessly, "Forget it. You're just trying to please me."
Song Jiaye explained, "I'm not just pleasing you. This is my true feeling."
"So you really think I've gotten fat?"
Song Jiaye: "..."
Although Song Jiaye wasn't particularly eloquent, he was at least the boss of a quasi - listed company, so his eloquence wasn't bad. At least in his life, he had never been left speechless.
On the Song family's dinner table, there was still a table full of sumptuous dishes. Li Qiyu used to be a queen, and her living standard was already quite high, but compared with the grandeur of the Song family, it was still a bit inferior.
However, now these delicious dishes would turn into fat on Li Qiyu's body and become a burden to her. Moreover, since the Song family was based in the capital, their eating habits were similar to those in the capital. They cooked light and nutritious court dishes.
Li Qiyu was almost sick of them.
She really had no appetite.
As soon as Li Qiyu sat down, Grandpa Song was already enthusiastically trying to serve food into her bowl.
Grandpa Song picked up a spare rib and reached it towards Li Qiyu.
This was how an elder showed love for a younger generation. Li Qiyu knew that, so even if she had to force herself, she had to accept it.
Just as she was about to pick up her rice bowl, a bowl full of rice appeared in front of her and took the dish Grandpa Song was offering.
It was Song Jiaye.
He intercepted Li Qiyu's dish halfway and could calmly pretend that Grandpa Song had served it to him.
"Thank you, Grandpa Song." Song Jiaye thanked after taking the dish.
Grandpa Song was extremely surprised.
Xiao An was actually willing to eat the food he served, and he even reached out his bowl to take it on his own initiative. This was the first time.
Grandpa Song was so touched that he was almost in tears.
"If you want to eat, I'll serve you some more." As he said this, Grandpa Song even picked up the plate of spare ribs and held it in front of Song Jiaye.
The spare ribs were sweet and sour. Song Jiaye actually didn't like them very much, but he still didn't refuse Grandpa Song's kindness.
However, while Song Jiaye was frowning and thinking about how to deal with this plate of spare ribs, Grandpa Song took advantage of his distraction and put a lump of braised pork in Li Qiyu's bowl.
Looking at the greasy braised pork, Li Qiyu immediately felt averse to it.
Song Jiaye read the slight frown on her face and reached out his chopsticks to pick up the braised pork.
Grandpa Song was puzzled. "You kid, just eat your food. There are so many dishes on the table. Why do you always grab food from your wife? Is the food in Xiaoyu's bowl more delicious?"
In front of Grandpa Song, Song Jiaye nodded heavily. "Yes."
Thanks to Song Jiaye's persistent "intercepting the dishes" offensive, Li Qiyu had a rare peaceful meal.
After dinner, Li Qiyu took a walk in the yard to digest. Grandpa Song walked up and stood shoulder to shoulder with Song Jiaye.
"Your wife eats so little. How can that be good?"
Eats little?
Li Qiyu was just being reserved in the Song family.
She actually ate quite a lot.
Of course, Song Jiaye wouldn't expose Li Qiyu's little vanity.
"She doesn't want to eat. Don't force her."
"Look at your wife. She's so thin. If she doesn't eat more, she'll suffer a lot when she has a baby in the future."
Hearing this, Song Jiaye's first reaction wasn't disgust and rejection. Instead, his mind began to imagine Li Xiyu being pregnant.
With Li Xiyu's carefree nature, she would probably watch Ultraman with the baby and even fight with the baby for toys.
Thinking of this scene, a smile appeared on Song Jiaye's lips. But soon, he realized that he had fallen into Grandpa Song's trap.
He straightened his face and said, "Xiyu is my wife. You don't need to worry about her, Grandpa Song."
"I'm just concerned about her. And during these days in the Song family, her face has obviously become rounder. Don't you think she looks much better than when she first came?"
Grandpa Song was very satisfied with the result of his own feeding.
Song Jiaye corrected him, "If she thinks it's good, then it's good."
If Li Xiyu thought being thin was good, then being thin was good for her.
Song Jiaye didn't want any outsiders to judge her by their own standards.
She was the most beautiful and the most unique in the world.
Grandpa Song kept hitting a wall with Song Jiaye. He was a bit disappointed.
"Xiao An, when you took the food I served today, I thought you had already forgiven Grandpa."
Fortunately, Li Qiyu was far away from them at this time and couldn't hear their conversation at all. Otherwise, Song Jiaye would have interrupted Grandpa Song long ago.
"Grandpa Song, my name is Song Jiaye, not Song Yian. I'm not your grandson. Please don't waste your breath anymore."
Cold and aloof.
Grandpa Song sighed.
It was always like this. Every cold look from Song Jiaye he was facing now was the price he had to pay for his mistakes in the past.
Grandpa Song, who was leaning on his walking stick, bent a bit more.
He didn't know how much longer he could hold on.
Just then, Song Yunsheng came back from outside. Seeing Grandpa Song and Song Jiaye standing side by side, he stopped sensibly.
He looked at the way Grandpa Song looked at Song Jiaye.
There was kindness, love.
That was the look an old man should have when looking at his own family member.
Grandpa Song had never given such a look to him, Song Yunsheng.
Song Yunsheng hated Song Jiaye.
His hatred wasn't just because of Grandpa Song.
In his opinion, Song Jiaye was a thief.