I almost touched the moon

"Baby Petty, have you gained some weight? Do you miss your mom?"

Petty cried excitedly, circled around Lawyer Wen's feet, and jumped on her from time to time to ask her to hug him.

Lawyer Wen picked it up, weighed it and said, "It's really fatter. Where's sister Ilia? Where is sister?"

Wen Song secretly thought that her mother finally remembered that she had a daughter, and shouted towards the door in annoyance, "Restaurant! Eat!"

Cheng Che was a little nervous, and even his hand holding the spoon was shaking a little, "Sister, what should I do?"

"Just stay here and keep eating." Wen Song thought his nervous reaction was really cute. "Don't worry about her."

Lawyer Wen walked into the restaurant and was obviously surprised to see Wen Song and Cheng Che sitting face to face at the table eating.

When Cheng Che saw the woman in front of him, he knew she was Wen Song's mother. He stood up and took the initiative to greet her, saying, "Hello, Auntie. My name is Cheng Che, and I'm a friend of Sister Wen Song."

"Hello." Lawyer Wen extended her hand to shake his hand and said with a smile, "I'm Lucille. I hope I didn't disturb you."

"No, no, I hope I didn't disturb you, aunt." Cheng Che felt that Wen Song's mother was different from all the middle-aged women he had met. She was neither a traditional gentle oriental mother, nor a graceful and elegant lady.

Wen Yiheng is tall and well-proportioned, and Wen Song looks very similar to her. With her collarbone-parted hair, she looks elegant and capable, with bright and beautiful facial features, and looks very young. She exudes confidence in her every move, and looks no more than 30 years old. It is hard to imagine that she has a daughter as old as Wen Song.

Sure enough, Wen Song said, "Just call her Lucille or Lawyer Wen. Don't call her auntie, or she will feel old."

"You can call me whatever you want, it's just a name." Wen Yiheng continued to smile, took another look at the food on the table and said to Wen Song, "It tastes good, did you cook it?"

"No." Wen Song shook his head. "Cheng Che made it. Do you want to eat some?"

"No." Wen Yiheng waved his hand and said, "I'm full on the plane, so I'm going back to my room to rest first. You guys can eat slowly, don't worry about me."

Before leaving, he whispered to Wen Song in German: "This one is more handsome than the last one."

As soon as these words came out, both people present were very embarrassed. Cheng Che was even more shocked when he heard this. What did "more handsome than the previous one" mean? Who was the previous one... So, did Wen Song lie to him? She had actually been in a relationship, but this was not something shameful, so there was no need to hide it.

"Mom!" Wen Song looked at Wen Yiheng with dissatisfaction, "Cheng Che can understand German."

"Ah..." Now it was Wen Yiheng's turn to be embarrassed, but perhaps because of her qualities as a lawyer, she did not panic, and quickly said to Cheng Che naturally, "Sorry, I was just joking. Ilia and I often make these nonsensical jokes. I hope I didn't offend you. Have a good dinner."

"Oh, yes, you don't need to collect the dishes. Aunt Zhou will be back tomorrow." Wen Yiheng turned back and reminded her before leaving.

Cheng Che immediately nodded politely to Wen Yiheng and said goodbye, "Goodbye, Lawyer Wen, it's okay, I don't mind it."

"Ignore her." After Wen Yiheng left, Wen Song said unhappily, "Maybe she was too tired from work in China and her brain was a little short-circuited."

"It's okay..." Cheng Che said silently, "I didn't think much about it."

Having said that, the spoon was fiddling around in the bowl aimlessly. The rice he forced into his mouth tasted like chewing wax. He had no appetite at all and was just fiddling with the spoon out of boredom.

"Have you finished eating?" He asked as he saw that the rice in Wen Song's plate was almost empty.

"Yeah." Wen Song said to him, "Leave it there, let's go walk the dog."

"Let me clean up." Cheng Che stood up silently and took the dishes to the kitchen sink. It was very uncultured to eat at someone else's house without clearing away the dishes.

Wen Song noticed that he was in a bad mood, walked over to him, took a bowl and wanted to help him clean up.

"Don't worry about it." He took the bowl from her hand, rinsed it and put it in the dishwasher, "Don't get your hands dirty."

"A Che..." Wen Song saw that he was unhappy and took the initiative to explain, "Don't listen to my mother's nonsense, she is just talking nonsense."

"Yeah, I know, I didn't think much of it."

"Nonsense"? What exactly is nonsense? Is it nonsense that he is more handsome than the previous one, or is it nonsense that the previous one was also nonsense?

He really wanted to ask for clarification, but in what capacity? He was just an ordinary friend of Wen Song, so what right did he have to ask about her emotional experience?

To Wen Song, he was probably just a pastime in her spare time, a handsome friend of the opposite sex who could cook and was nice to her.

Wen Song looked at him like this and wanted to explain, but she didn't know where to start. What should she explain to him? What was their relationship? Why did she need to explain all this?

She has always disliked delving into unanswered questions, so she didn't ask whether she liked it or not, and Cheng Che didn't ask her who the previous one was.

"I'm done." After putting all the dishes into the dishwasher, Cheng Che wiped the dining table and said to Wen Song, "I'm going back first."

"Okay." She nodded, not intending to force you to stay. "Be careful on the road, and let me know when you get there."

After Cheng Che left, Wen Song felt even more annoyed. He rushed upstairs and strode into Wen Yiheng's bedroom.

Wen Yiheng was extremely dissatisfied with her rash behavior of barging into his room. He lay on the bed and frowned and said, "Just because I didn't lock the door doesn't mean you can just come in. It's basic etiquette to knock on the door before entering the room. What are you crazy about?"

"What are you crazy about, Lawyer Wen?" Wen Song was even more dissatisfied. "I'm just confused. Aren't you a lawyer? How can you say such imprecise words? I'm just curious, do you also talk nonsense like this in front of your client?"

"I'm very serious. I said it in German." Wen Yiheng disagreed. "I thought you fell in love with some uneducated celebrity and brought her home, just like Skyline before. How could I know that you had better taste this time?"

"Then what should we do?" Wen Song asked her, "Cheng Che is obviously unhappy."

"Hey, your boyfriend?" Wen Yiheng immediately became interested. "He looks very handsome. What does he do?"

"Why do you care so much? He's not my boyfriend." Wen Song said silently, "I don't know what he means to me."

"Then why are you here to make trouble?" Wen Yiheng rolled his eyes, "Why do you care what he thinks before the relationship even starts?"

"But he's obviously unhappy because of what you said, and who knows what he will think of me."

"Why do you care what he thinks?" Wen Yiheng rolled his eyes again. "What does it have to do with you if he wants to think whatever he wants? If he asks you, just tell him the truth. If he doesn't ask you, what's the point of worrying about it?"

"It's very rude." Wen Song emphasized again.

"Ilia." Wen Yiheng said with a frown, "I have already apologized to him, so why are you, a third party with no vested interests, hanging on here? Even if he is really dissatisfied, he should come to me himself."

"I..." Wen Song bit his lower lip and patted the quilt in annoyance, "I think I like him..."

Wen Yiheng laughed twice, "I knew that you would never care about what others think. So, you are the one pursuing him again?"

"No!" Wen Song explained, "If you must say, it was him who pursued me."

"Yeah, yeah, I see." Wen Yiheng nodded, "He's a pretty good boy, polite, handsome, virtuous and considerate, not bad, not bad. Make good use of him."

"So why did you come back so early..." Wen Song complained unhappily, "Didn't you say you would come back on Tuesday?"

"I came back early because I finished my work. Otherwise, why would I be in China? To quarrel with your grandparents?" Wen Yiheng yawned. "Besides, this is my home. Do I need to inform you when I want to come back, Miss Wen?"

Seeing that Wen Song looked dissatisfied but didn't say anything, Wen Yiheng teased, "What's wrong? Did I ruin your good fortune?"

"What a mess!" Wen Song denied hurriedly, "It's not what you think."

"Why are you pretending? You are 23, not 13. If you want to fall in love, then do it. You can also experience some things. People have seven emotions and six desires. Just take precautions. You must know these things, so I won't say more to you." She looked at Wen Song and pouted helplessly. Her daughter wouldn't still be living in the Qing Dynasty, right?

He waved his hand again and said, "Go walk the dog quickly, I'm going to sleep."

Wen Song rolled his eyes in annoyance and muttered, "You are so frivolous every day. I don't know how you became a lawyer."

Before leaving, he reminded her, "Grandpa and grandma are old, so don't quarrel with them all the time."

"Got it!" Wen Yiheng's voice was lazy and a little impatient, "Remember to close the door! Mom!"