Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

"What do you mean it’s the same if you do it over the weekend!" The old man shouted, "Do you think she’s your nanny? Why should she have to make soup for you on her weekend?"

"Doesn’t that girl have to work during the week?" The old man asked.

"Yes, she does." Zhao Dingli replied.

"She’s already busy working during the week, and it’s not easy to get a weekend to rest, and you still want her to make soup for you?" The old man wanted to say, no wonder you’re single!

Single for 37 years, it’s not without reason.

Zhao Dingli: "..."

Was it his mistake?

Zhao Dingli was starting to doubt himself.

"Since you haven’t even won her over yet, why are you making her do so much for you? Do you even want a girlfriend? Aren’t you afraid of scaring her off?" The old man questioned.

"I..." Zhao Dingli just got a word out before he could continue.

The old man interrupted him again, "Actually, I’m saying this wrong."

Zhao Dingli: "???"

He hadn’t even argued back, why was the old man suddenly arguing with himself?

The old man continued, "Even if you did win her over, and she became your girlfriend, you still can’t order her around like that. Is she with you to cook and wash dishes? Is she your servant or your girlfriend?"

"I didn’t want to treat her like a servant." Zhao Dingli noticed others around, lowered his voice, and said quietly.

He hurried into the office.

As Zhao Dingli closed the door, the employees outside exchanged glances.

Even though they couldn’t hear who was on the other end of Zhao Dingli’s call.

They did see, however, that Zhao Dingli was seemingly being scolded like a kid.

Who on earth could berate Zhao Dingli into silence like a quail?

Even leaving him speechless.

He stammered, managed to get one or two words out, and was interrupted.

Couldn’t even finish a full sentence.

Usually, in the company, it’s they who are scolded by Zhao Dingli like kids, unable to finish a full sentence.

When have they seen Zhao Dingli like this!

After all, in the company, Zhao Dingli was the top, no one dared to treat him like that, right?

It was a fortune to witness this scene today, truly nothing left to regret in life.

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, speculating on who was on the phone.

"Who else could it be? It must be a Zhao family elder, no one else would dare talk to him like that?" a colleague said.

"That’s obvious, we’re curious which elder and what for." someone added.

"Look how guilty the boss looks, what on earth could it be? What could make him so guilty?"

"I’m just curious, usually the boss is decisive, never wrong, so why does he look like he’s made a mistake?"

"The boss was scolded into lowering his head!"

"Ugh, hard to guess, we can’t just go ask the boss."

Besides Zhao Dingli and the person on the other end, no third person would know.

"See, working hard and getting promoted does pay off." Rui Changhuai suddenly chimed in.

Even though Rui Changhuai was Zhao Dingli’s right-hand man, they still gossiped openly in front of him.

This was because they understood Rui Changhuai’s character.

For harmless gossip like this, Rui Changhuai wouldn’t run to Zhao Dingli to tattle.

Sometimes, Rui Changhuai would even join in the conversation.

Faced with harmless gossip, they even dared to check with Rui Changhuai.

When Rui Changhuai suddenly said this, everyone turned to look.

"Brother Rui, why do you say that?" someone asked.

In the entire Changlin, regardless of age, everyone called Rui Changhuai "Brother Rui."

Calling him "Special Assistant" didn’t quite capture his excellence.

The special assistant to the president is the same title as the one to the general manager.

But Rui Changhuai, his standing in the company was higher than the general manager’s.

Compared to the vice-president, hard to say who outranks whom.

Hence, the respectful "Brother Rui" name stuck.

Even those older than him would call him this.

Rui Changhuai gestured grandly and said, "See, without effort in work and career advancement, you can’t reach our floor."

Where the president’s office was, naturally the most esteemed in the company.

"If you can’t reach our floor, how could you witness such a side of the boss?" Rui Changhuai remarked.

The crowd: "..."

That was such a good point.

And Zhao Dingli, after entering the office, continued to hear the old man criticizing him, "If you didn’t mean to treat her like a servant, why have her get up before dawn to make you soup?"

"Forget about girlfriends, is it ok just because you’re married? Even more impossible when married!" The old man was furious, "You marry a wife to serve you like a nanny? Is it because you earn too little, or our family doesn’t have enough money to hire some maids?"

Zhao Dingli: "..."

This really can’t be explained.

Is he wronged or not?

The old man slammed his desk in frustration.

Even over the phone, Zhao Dingli could hear the loud bangs from the old man’s end.

"I wondered why you’ve been single so long, even at 37, still an old bachelor!" The old man ranted.

Zhao Dingli: "..."

This has nothing to do with this conversation!

Moreover, since when is 37 considered old!

The old man should look at his own age before calling him old!

"I always thought you were picky, so I never pushed you." Marrying someone you don’t love won’t bring happiness.

So, though the old man was anxious, he never forced Zhao Dingli, only occasionally urged.

A secret he won’t tell Zhao Dingli, the old man privately thinks Zhao Dingli is excellent.

This is a sentiment shared by most parents.

No matter what, their own kids are great.

No matter how they look at it, their kids are excellent.

Because he’s excellent, having high standards is normal.

Finding a match that suits him, right?

"But who would’ve thought this is why you’re still a bachelor!" The old man fumed.

Zhao Dingli: "???"

What do you mean, because of what?

"Treating someone like a maid before even winning her over, who’d want to be with you!" The old man mocked, "Do you think you’re a hot item or Tang Monk’s meat? If you’re able to get married, you should already be grateful, let alone expecting to be served!"

Zhao Dingli: "..."

What’s this got to do with anything!

But now, Zhao Dingli wasn’t arguing back.

Because he knew he couldn’t argue.

He’d already been through it outside just now.