Chapter 2213 - 2216: Why Do You Care If I Can Get Married? It’s Not Like I’m Marrying You

"Why do you care if I get married or not? It’s not like I’m marrying you, so mind your own business." Qingqing retorted, and after he changed his expression, she still reached out her hand to him: "Well, lend me your phone for a bit."

Gu ZhiZun sprang up, "What did you say? Say it again if you have the guts!"

Qingqing stuck out her tongue, quickly ran up to him, reached into his pocket, moved deftly like flowing water, snatched his phone, then retreated to hide behind Wubai, boldly saying: "I said I’m not marrying you, so why do you keep worrying about whether I can get married or not?"

"I..." Gu ZhiZun was momentarily speechless, an indignant frustration stuck in his throat. After thinking about it, he realized she was right; whether she got married or not was none of his business. He sat back down heavily, exaggeratedly picked up the files on the table and flipped through them, then suddenly slammed the documents down on the table with a full sense of grievance: "What is this?"

Wubai, hearing this, walked over with a coconut: "What’s the matter?"

"Call Deputy He over here for me."

Wubai skimmed through the files swiftly: "There’s no problem!"

"I say there is a problem, so there is!" Otherwise, where would he vent the frustration bottled up inside?

Qingqing cradled the phone and walked out, giving a sympathetic glance to Deputy He as they brushed past each other. The instigator ran to the far end of the yard, under a tree, and leaning against the tree, dialed her dad’s number.

"Dad..." Her voice was especially soft and gentle, completely different from her usual casual tone.

"I’m at school, recently got a lot of homework, no time to call you. Ah, you called me and I didn’t pick up? Dad, are you calling my old number? My phone broke, it’s still being repaired. No, no, I like that phone, I’ll use it again when it’s fixed. Oh, Dad, you know I’m nostalgic, don’t want to change the phone I’m used to."

"Oh, this is Zun Zun’s phone, right. He visited me today, so I used his phone to call you... What? Brother Zun Zun is not in Canada, he’s right next to me, maybe he’s here for business and dropped by to see me. Yes, yes, I’ll take care to stay warm, eat well, not get too tired... Dad, I miss you... But I’m planning to go on an archaeological dig with a team next month, won’t have time to come home."

Qingqing had lied to her family saying she was studying in America, majoring in archaeology, often going on digs with an archaeology team. The lies were spun so smoothly over time.

"Dad, how’s Mom?" Qingqing looked up, suddenly feeling a sting in her eyes. Her dad’s concerned tone made her cry unconsciously. It had been so long since someone cared for her like this. For the past month, she’d been like a machine, enduring relentless tests, nerves stretched tight, even enduring severe pain during her period while biting through it. But what child wouldn’t naturally rely on their parents?

Qingqing tilted her head back to blink away the tears. This was the path she chose. No matter how tough or tiring, she felt happy pursuing it. In life, one needs dreams and must always chase them. Without goals, living would seem pointless.

After talking on the phone for twenty minutes, she reluctantly hung up, wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, patted her stiff facial muscles, and faced the blazing sun with a bright smile, fully back to her best self.