Ski Into Love (Hush, the king is hibernating) [Requested]

Part 81

Chapter 81: My Boyfriend Has Gone Bad

Shan Chong left after only saying, "Hello, Auntie. I'm Shan Chong."

Wei Zhi watched in disbelief as he walked away without looking back.

Even the uncle they encountered coming downstairs to throw out trash probably said more than him.

This was Wei Zhi's first bitter taste of the saying, "Husband and wife are like birds of the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately."

Ah, the cold realities of the world.

[Girl Chirp: You left so decisively. I should've put skis under your feet.]

[Chong: Didn't want to keep the driver waiting.]

[Girl Chirp: But when you were being sarcastic to Dr. Han, the driver could wait forever?]

[Chong: That's different.]

[Chong: That was your mom.]

[Chong: ...]

[Chong: Maybe my future mom too.]

[Chong: How was I being sarcastic?]

"..."

Forget it. Damn, she could never win an argument with him.

Staring at the phrase "Maybe my future mom too," Wei Zhi's face reddened even more.

The young girl followed Ms. Yang upstairs with her head lowered like a quail, her face so red it could fry a pancake.

Entering the apartment, she noticed how clean everything was despite her long absence.

The bed sheets were changed, the clothes she had hurriedly thrown around while packing were gone, and the sofa cushions were neatly arranged.

The water in the hydroponic plants was clear, obviously changed recently.

While changing into slippers, her head almost buried in her chest, she asked without looking up, "Why did you come?"

Ms. Yang tossed the vegetables she was carrying into the sink.

"I originally thought about improving the dog's diet, but now it seems unnecessary."

Dog: "..."

Dog: "Don't be like that. You're even insulting yourself. I'm your flesh and blood after all—"

Dog: "..."

The current atmosphere was so awkward it could drip water.

Indeed, some people can treat their mothers like sisters, sharing their girlish thoughts...

But Wei Zhi really couldn't.

She had been so secretive that even announcing her boyfriend was done through a vague social media post: "Look if you want, fate will decide who sees it."

Now she was truly panicking.

"I'm already 22 years old! Oh, Ms. Yang, please don't make this so awkward. I feel like I've been caught in puppy love!"

Wei Zhi collapsed onto the sofa, grabbing a pillow to cover her face.

"How was I supposed to know you'd come!"

"You think I wanted to see that?"

Ms. Yang snatched the pillow away from Wei Zhi's face.

Wei Zhi's hair was a bit messy, and she looked up with pink cheeks at her mother, who had her hands on her hips.