"Don’t say anything too definite, we have plenty of ti ahead."
Song Yan hung up the phone imdiately and turned the steering wheel towards the corner.
Yin Shuangfei listened to the busy tone coming from the receiver and took a sip of red wine from the goblet with a smile. The wine wet her lips, and perhaps it was the lighting, but she looked even more sensual than she did during the day.
......
In less than a month, Song Yan had taken over the company and now replaced Song Mingyuan as the president of the Shengtian Group.
Seeing his son being so outstanding, Song Mingyuan felt particularly relieved. During the board eting, he specifically instructed the company’s elders to assist Song Yan well and strive to improve the company further.
Today, Song Mingyuan and Shen Qiong were preparing to go to An City. After Song Yan put all the luggage in the trunk, he drove them to the airport.
In the car, Song ngng was thrilled when she heard she would soon see Han Xi, dancing with joy.
Seated in the back, Shen Qiong worriedly admonished Song Yan, "Don’t work too hard and make sure to eat on ti. Your dad and I will visit often. Can you also be more proactive and invite Zhuang Lian out for a al if you have ti instead of always making her co to you?"
For the past month, Song Yan had been working late almost every day. If it weren’t for Shen Qiong occasionally inviting Zhuang Lian to eat at their house, they probably wouldn’t have seen each other much.
Initially, Zhuang Lian would actively ask Song Yan out, but he always said he was busy with work. Over ti, she thought he was deliberately avoiding her and stopped disturbing him, fearing he would find her annoying.
"Auntie, don’t worry about ."
Song Yan parked the car at the airport and turned around to say to Shen Qiong.
There’s no way Shen Qiong wouldn’t worry; Xiao Xi’s baby is about to be born, yet as the elder brother, he hasn’t even found a girlfriend. The key is that he’s not getting any younger.
Song Mingyuan got out of the car from the passenger seat and shook his head helplessly. "Do you have feelings for Zhuang Lian or not? If you don’t like her, don’t waste her ti. If you do, then don’t drag it out and give her a straight answer."
Song Yan took the luggage out of the trunk and placed it on the ground, rubbed his temples, and said, "Dad, I’ve already made things clear. Please don’t ddle in my affairs."
"I don’t care who you marry, but by the end of this year, you must bring a daughter-in-law. This is not negotiable."
It was Song Mingyuan’s final ultimatum.
Song Yan helplessly nodded, "I understand. Rember to give a call when you get there."
Song ngng tugged at Song Yan’s coat, looking up with her chubby little face, "Big brother, you must hurry and find a sister-in-law. I really think sister Zhuang Lian is great."
"You little rascal." Song Yan laughed and pinched Song ngng’s cheek.
"I’m no longer a little kid. There’s a boy at our kindergarten who said he wants to marry when he grows up. Brother, you should hurry too."
Kids these days are too precocious. Does this count as a childhood betrothal?
Shen Qiong picked up Song ngng, "ngng is still too young. You have to wait until you’re as old as your brother and sister to be in a relationship, you know?"
"Mom told ngng before; I know." The little one looked at Shen Qiong seriously, "I told that boy to co find when he grows up."
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