Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

Song Chen actually personally brought a five-year-old child to the company’s headquarters. This simply did not fit Song Chen’s style of doing things.

Cheng Qingyun’s heart was indescribably flustered. It was as if the peaceful life that she had always thought was being gradually broken by some inevitable force.

“A’Chen, I made chicken soup today and brought some for you.” Cheng Qingyun’s beautiful face was especially sickly. Her complexion was unhealthy and sickly pale. Her movements were elegant and gentle, and she wore a plain light yellow dress. She gave off a sickly beauty aura like Lin Daiyu.

It was difficult for a man not to feel protective of her.

Song Chen was adding pearls to Gu Chu’s milk tea. He raised his head and casually glanced at Cheng Qingyun. His attention returned to the milk tea. “There’s no need to trouble you. Someone is in charge of my diet.”

Cheng Qingyun gently shook her head and placed the chicken soup container on the table. “I heard that you’ve been working hard recently. I was afraid that you’d be tired. The doctor said that I don’t have much time left to live. You can’t let me have any regrets in my life. I want to take care of you.”

Gu Chu, who was playing with the robot next to her, pricked up her little ears and wanted to roll her eyes.

As expected of the number one white lotus in the novel, who was the ultimate green tea bitch. Look at the art of her speech. With just a few sentences, she expressed the story of “I have a terminal illness that can’t be cured”. She expressed her “undying love” and sublimated her sincere feelings for Song Chen. She tactfully revealed the desolation she felt from Song Chen’s cold treatment towards her.

She was trying to guilt-trip Song Chen. Look, I’m about to die, yet you still reject my good intentions?

As expected, Song Chen raised his head slightly and frowned. “The best doctor in the country is treating your illness. You won’t die.”

Cheng Qingyun shook her head mournfully and gracefully. Her slender and long eyelashes drooped slightly. She wanted to say something but hesitated. It was as if there were a thousand worries lingering in her heart, but she was unwilling to say them out loud.

What a pitiful and adorable little white flower.

Gu Chu felt disdain in her heart. Look at Miss Cheng’s clothes, her voice, and her smile. She was completely imitating Gu Manxi! You have a terminal illness? Who are you kidding?!

“Uncle Song, this auntie’s chicken soup smells so good.” Gu Chu suddenly raised her voice and ran to Song Chen’s side. Her clear big black eyes stared unblinkingly at the chicken soup container as she swallowed her saliva. He looked just like a cute little greedy cat.

Song Chen’s expression was gentle. “This auntie is Uncle Song’s-”

“Ah, Chuchu knows. This auntie must be Uncle Song’s family’s chef!” Gu Chu interrupted Song Chen. Her chubby little paws touched the chicken soup container with a look of anticipation. “Uncle Song, Chuchu wants to drink auntie chef’s chicken soup, please?”

“Okay, slow down. Uncle will get you a bowl of chicken soup.” Song Chen heard that his precious daughter wanted to drink chicken soup, so he agreed without thinking. Afraid that it would burn Gu Chu, Song Chen personally rolled up his sleeves and opened the soup container to get Gu Chu a bowl of chicken soup.

Gu Chu blew on two mouthfuls of the hot chicken soup. He took a sip and thanked Cheng Qingyun sweetly. “Thank you, Auntie Chef. The chicken soup is too delicious.”

Song Chen was quite pleased.

My daughter is such a polite and well-behaved child!

Cheng Qingyun’s beautiful expression changed. She almost broke down when she saw the chicken soup that she had worked so hard to make was snatched away by a little brat with just a few words.

Cheng Qingyun took a deep breath and forced out a gentle smile, “A’Chen, whose child is this? I don’t think I’ve met her before.”