C228 loathsome (1/2)

Song Jiayin was enjoying her meal extremely happily. Originally, she was afraid that Gong Yichen and his grandfather would get used to eating those precious delicacies and that they might not be used to eating the normal dishes she cooked, but after hearing the grandfather and grandson constantly praising him, she was truly happy as she looked at the chopsticks in their hands without stopping.

Song Jiayin looked at the table, which was originally full of delicious dishes, but had been annihilated. Seeing that Gong Yichen and the old man were both eating with satisfaction, Song Jiayin also had a sense of accomplishment.

After the old man had eaten his fill, he put down the exquisite tableware in his hands and nodded towards Song Jiayin in satisfaction, ”Aiya, I never thought that you would be such a good girl. It's been a long time since I've had such a simple yet delicious dish. Not bad. ”

Hearing the old man praise herself in such a way, Song Jiayin found it hard to hide the joy in her heart. She blinked his big eyes and said seriously, ”Hehe, I was afraid that you wouldn't get used to it. The next time you want to eat it, tell me and I'll make it for you. ”

The old tutor nodded happily in agreement when he heard this.

As they chatted, the servants also quickly cleaned up the dining table and put down the various cut fruits.

Gong Yichen looked dotingly at Song Jiayin, took her hand and carefully flipped it over, then said with an expression of heartache: ”You can't let her continue doing this. With such a good-looking hand, it'll hurt my heart if I injure her,” After speaking, he seemed worried, and carefully looked through it again.

When Song Jiayin heard Gong Yichen say that in front of the old man, her little face immediately blushed red. Glancing at Gong Yichen, she immediately retracted her hand out of shyness.

Seeing Song Jiayin's embarrassed look, Gong Yichen purposely used his big hands to grip her small hands tightly without letting go. Song Jiayin was also not convinced, while staring at the beautiful almond eyes and pouting his mouth, he wanted to take back his hand.

Not long later, the two of them seemed to have forgotten the existence of the old man as they seriously played the 'fight over' game.

The old tutor could see the sweetness in their eyes. He hadn't thought that his cold and aloof grandson would have the time to be so gentle and affectionate with others.

It seemed that he had met a suitable person this time. The old tutor thought with satisfaction.

After the game ended, Song Jiayin finally took back her hand, turned her head and said to the old man: ”Grandfather, it's getting late, I need to go upstairs and take a bath. You and Yi Chen chat, so I won't be accompanying you. ”

The old man nodded his head in agreement. Song Jiayin then went upstairs, leaving the two of them behind.

Only the two men and some servants remained, and the atmosphere had dropped as compared to the joyous laughter from before.

Gong Yichen thought about Song Jiayin in his heart. Seeing that the old man didn't say anything, she stood up, bowed and said respectfully, ”If there's nothing else, I'll be returning to my room first. You should rest early too.” Just as she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to head back up the stairs to his room.

”Stop,” The old man called out to Gong Yichen, signalling for the servant not to follow him, then walked over to Gong Yichen's side and said, ”Come with me to the study room. I have something to ask you.”

Gong Yichen frowned slightly, nodded his head, and supported the old man up the stairs to the study room.

In the spacious and exquisite study, the old man sat on the office chair while Gong Yichen sat on the side, waiting for the old man to ask questions.

The old man did not say a word and picked up the photo of Gong Yichen and Song Jiayin that was placed on the table, looking at the photo, Song Jiayin was smiling happily, and although Gong Yichen did not grin, he could tell from the look in his eyes that he was deep in love with Song Jiayin. The old man smiled in satisfaction, put down the picture in his hand and looked at Gong Yichen.