Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 195 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (22)

Zhao Zhao made another call. The phone rang twice before finally being answered.

"Hello." The voice on the other end of the phone was a polite, distant, and steady male voice.

Zhao Zhao pouted. Two years had passed, and her father and he were acting like strangers now? She mimicked his tone, speaking sarcastically, "Hey~ hello~"

Yu Qianzhang: ...

"Old Deng, are you talking to a client or your son?" Zhao Zhao shouted, annoyed.

There was a brief silence on the other end for a few seconds. Zhao Zhao suspected that he was looking through the contact notes. No one knows a father better than his son. Yu Qianzhang really did look through the notes. When he saw that it was indeed his son, his expression gradually softened.

"Zhao Zhao, is there something you need? How have you been feeling lately?" He sat on the luxurious leather sofa, holding his phone in one hand and slowly flipping through the documents handed to him by his secretary in the other.

“I’m in good health. Also, you said you would come back if I ranked in the top three in my grade.” His son’s slightly aggrieved voice came from the phone. Yu Qianzhang paused slightly as he flipped through the documents and asked softly, “Did Zhao Zhao make it into the top three?”

"Second place! Humph!"

Zhao Zhao proudly raised her chin, rolled her eyes dismissively. With his intelligence, getting second place in the grade would be a piece of cake!

“Oh~ the second one~” Yu Qianzhang’s drawn-out voice came from the phone in the empty mansion. His tone was slow and doting, and you could tell from his voice that he was a father who doted on his child.

Unfortunately, he was also a father I wouldn't see for several years at a time.

Zhao Zhao's eyes welled up with tears, and she said with a wronged expression, "Then when are you coming back!"

"Sir, we have another important..."

Instead of receiving a reply, Zhao Zhao heard those words in the silence. Although interrupted, she knew that her father probably wouldn't be coming back.

"First of all, Zhaozhao is amazing. She has achieved great results among all the top students. Dad is proud of you. Secondly, please take good care of yourself at school and don't worry Dad. Finally, Dad promises you that I will come back as soon as I finish my work."

Zhao Zhao listened to his words quietly, but he was still somewhat disappointed, even though he hadn't expected any particular outcome.

"It's up to you whether you come back or not."

He said those angry words and immediately hung up the phone. On the other end, Yu Qianzhang transferred some money to Zhao Zhao after hanging up and then threw himself back into his work.

This family rarely gets together, especially the youngest Zhao Zhao. For the past fifteen years, he has almost been learning to be separated, but after learning for so long, he should have gotten used to it by now.

……

The next day was a boring weekend. When Zhao Zhao woke up and went downstairs, she saw a young man in a suit sitting on the sofa in the living room. It was Yu Cixu. He had finally decided to come back.

"Brother." Zhao Zhao suppressed her excitement and called out expressionlessly. Judging from his appearance, he probably wouldn't stay at home for more than a few hours.

Yu Cixu put down his computer and picked up a small cake in front of him for Zhao Zhao. He looked at Zhao Zhao, who was wearing soft pajamas, with gentle eyes and affection. "Why are you only getting up now?"

"Come here, I bought you your favorite cake. But if you eat this today, you can't eat high-calorie foods like this for a week." He carefully unwrapped the cake for Zhao Zhao while patiently instructing her. Zhao Zhao has a heart condition and her diet is usually very regular.

Yesterday, Ye Xi told him that he was in a bad mood, so even though he only had a few hours of free time, Yu Cixu still rushed back.

Zhao Zhao did as she was told, took the cake from her brother, ate it slowly, and didn't say much.

Yu Cixu stayed by his side, looking through the schedule for the next few days.

"The Song family patriarch's birthday banquet?"

Upon seeing this line of text, Yu Cixu turned his head, smiled slightly at Zhao Zhao, and asked, "Would you like to attend the birthday banquet of the head of a family of doctors?"