Chapter 107

Chapter 107 - 107 105 Skip Dating Go Straight to Proposal (Combined Chapter 107: 105: Skip Dating, Go Straight to Proposal (Combined into Two Chapters) Chapter 107: 105: Skip Dating, Go Straight to Proposal (Combined into Two Chapters) The Qiaonv River was teeming with people, a sea of heads everywhere you looked.

It was so noisy around that Wu Haomin, covering one ear, was on the phone with a client nearby.

Wen Changling held Tongtong’s hand with his right, and leaned on Granny Zhu on his left, standing among the crowd on the riverbank. The dragon boat team from Lotus Pond Street made its appearance, and the onlooking neighbors cheered enthusiastically. Whatever Granny Zhu whispered in Wen Changling’s ear, she smiled shyly.

Xie Shang was feeling a bit annoyed.

Then came a call from Su Beihe.

“Aren’t you here yet?” Madam Zhai Wenjin had been urging him.

“On the way.”

Xie Shang’s car could hardly move, the crowd was too big, the congestion severe.

The car’s Bluetooth was connected to the phone, and Ning Song’s voice came through from Su Beihe’s end.

“Su Beihe, your aunt just slipped me a red envelope.” Ning Song sounded amazed, “Man, it’s been years since I’ve received a red envelope.”

Ning Song was Su Beihe’s partner.

The Su family now lived in West Mountain Capital.

The villa wasn’t huge but was comfortable enough. Madam Zhai Wenjin didn’t like unnecessary extravagance, except when it came to jewelry.

Today was the Dragon Boat Festival, and Madam Zhai Wenjin’s two sisters had come over; the three sisters, up in age, hadn’t lived together for years and hadn’t gathered for quite some time.

Both elderly ladies were meeting Ning Song for the first time today and had prepared red envelopes especially for him.

Madam Zhai Qiujin couldn’t stop laughing: “Beihe’s beau is quite interesting. I just gave him a red envelope, and he wished me a ‘smiling life beyond the grave,’ hahaha...”

Madam Zhai Yuejin also couldn’t stop laughing: “I’m still better off; he wished me ‘graceful poise,’ hahaha...”

Madam Zhai Wenjin: “...”

Her two sisters had never been serious at home when they were young girls, and apparently, they hadn’t changed with age.

Madam Zhai Wenjin sat gracefully: “Xiao Song grew up abroad and doesn’t know how to use idioms.”

Madam Zhai Qiujin: “Hahahaha...”

Madam Zhai Yuejin: “Hahahaha...”

Madam Zhai Wenjin: “...” couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

“Madame.” A housemaid came over and said, “Xiao Shang is here.”

Madam Zhai Wenjin glanced at the time; it was almost lunch, and he was only just arriving.

She cast a sidelong glance at Xie Shang as he walked in, huffed, clearly delighted yet her face feigned displeasure: “You still know how to come back.”

Madam Zhai Wenjin, who lost her husband before she turned forty, had expanded Marlon Group’s territory more than twofold under her leadership. She was known in the business world as an iron lady, decisive and tough. Only in front of her grandson did she act like a child.

Xie Shang came over and greeted his elders first.

Madam Zhai Qiujin hadn’t seen Xie Shang for many years: “Xingxing is growing up more handsome by the day, just like our Nanzhi.”

Madam Zhai Wenjin thought, naturally, where could the Xie Family’s genes compare to those of the Old Su Family? She humbly said, “It’s just a face that knows some useless piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting.”

Madam Zhai Qiujin certainly knew her older sister was praising Xie Shang: “Does Xingxing have a girlfriend? Do you want your aunty granny to set you up with someone?”

Xie Shang replied, “I have a girlfriend.”

Just as Madam Zhai Qiujin was about to ask more—

Knowing that Xie Shang didn’t like to discuss personal matters, Madam Zhai Wenjin helped him find an excuse to escape: “Go upstairs, your uncle was just looking for you.”

Xie Shang stood up to go upstairs, but before he could reach the top, Madam Zhai Wenjin sought another excuse to follow him.

“Xingxing.”

Madam Zhai had been suffering from osteoporosis not so long ago and couldn’t walk due to leg pain.

Xie Shang went over to help her: “Take it easy.”

Madam Zhai Wenjin asked in a low voice: “Is it the one you brought to your uncle’s shop last time?”

“Mm.”

“Do you have a picture? Show me.”

Xie Shang only had one on his phone.

Wen Changling didn’t like taking photos, neither did Xie Shang; they only had the one that wasn’t even taken by him, but by Granny Zhu. Granny Zhu sent it to Wen Changling, who then forwarded it to him, not the original photo, but a version edited with thick red lines circling three melons on the ground.

Granny Zhu’s phone, having been used for a long time, had poor resolution. Wen Changling in the photo was blurred beyond recognition, wearing one of those aprons given out at supermarkets, topped with a fisherman’s hat, holding a hoe in hand.

Madam Zhai Wenjin, a bit farsighted, held it further away to see.

“What’s she doing here?”

Xie Shang smiled: “Loosening the soil.”

If her precious grandson liked her, Madam Zhai Wenjin did too: “The girl looks really spirited, knows how to loosen soil too.”

Madam Zhai Wenjin casually forwarded the photo to herself, “When will you bring her over for me to meet?”

“It’s up to her.”

Madam Zhai Wenjin, as someone who had been around the block, could tell right away that her Xingxing was the one being led in the relationship.

The second floor did not have a formal living room but was turned into a leisure area instead.

Xie Shang had just come upstairs when he overheard Ning Song swearing.

“Damn it, do these idiots even know how to play?”

Su Beihe, who was working nearby, glanced over: “Swear again, and I’m throwing you out.”