The Long Chase For The President's Spouse

Chp. 88

Chapter 88: Why Can't Guys Be Together

"Tsk, take a good look! As expected, nothing good will result from marrying a man. Not only does he live off you, he can't even cook!" Zhang Heng's grandfather, who was seated on the sofa, regarded him coldly. It was clear that those words were directed at Gu Zhun.

Shocked by the sudden criticism, Gu Zhun's hands jolted and the bowl he was holding accidentally slipped. It landed on the floor, crashing and breaking into pieces.

Standing at the side, Zhang Heng was stunned by the sudden turn of events but he quickly realized that this was not the time to be gawking. In this Zhang family mansion, Gu Zhun could not depend on anyone other than himself.

He had to be a reliable person that Gu Zhun could depend on.

Immediately, Zhang Heng squatted down to pick up the broken pieces, regardless of the fact that his fingers were bleeding from the cuts of a few razor sharp pieces.

"Ouch." Zhang Heng's soft cry of pain drew the attention of his mother, who had sensitive hearing. She immediately stood up and ran to the bar between the living room and the kitchen. Zhang Heng's mother asked her son with concern: "Son! Were you hurt? Show it to mom quickly!"

"... It's no big deal." Zhang Heng turned his head, lifting his fingers to show his mom that everything was alright. However, under the watchful eyes of his mother, a drop of blood followed by another welled up from the wound that was invisible to the naked eyes

Zhang Heng's mother wanted to get Zhang Heng to leave the kitchen: "Son, I think you should not stay in the kitchen. Mom knows you too well. Sooner or later, you would blow up the kitchen, hurt yourself, and drag Gu Zhun down with you. Just hand this place to little Zhun." Zhang Heng's mother revealed a gentle smile as she turned and asked: "Isn't that right, Gu Zhun?"

"Huh..." In an attempt to signal for help, Gu Zhun's eyes fleeted towards Zhang Heng, but it was for naught because Zhang Heng's grandfather ordered: "The person who got hurt in the kitchen, stand aside obediently."

Since his grandfather had spoken, Zhang Heng could not disobey or else it would make his grandfather more angry. It would only serve to mess up the plan of getting into his grandfather's good books.

Zhang Heng walked out of the kitchen, leaving Gu Zhun behind in a daze to deal with the unprepared ingredients.

Roughly five minutes had passed but Gu Zhun was just bumbling around.

As time ticked by, Zhang Heng's grandfather started getting impatient and he uttered another hurtful sentence: "Hmph! This kind of useless person. What use would they have when they enter our household? We still have to pay for his meals and incur losses."

"Grandfather!" Zhang Heng was seated on the sofa and unable to move as his mother fussed over the wound on his finger.

Gu Zhun stood in the kitchen and clenched his fist tightly. His whole body trembling...

Since the start, Gu Zhun had always disliked fighting a battle unprepared.

This battle was a mistake on his part as the joy of being in love had clouded his rationality. He should have remembered that Zhang Heng and him were completely clueless when it came to cooking. If he did, they wouldn't be in such an embarrassing plight before the housekeeper opened the door.

Why?

Just why...

Why was it so difficult for two people who mutually liked each other to be together?