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As soon as Song Ling stepped out of the airport, she saw a familiar face.
"Assistant Wang!"
About ten meters away, Assistant Wang, dressed in a suit, was looking around in the crowd.
Luo Wenchuan frowned slightly as he looked at the handsome, tall man not far away. So this was Assistant Wang. Based on Song Ling's previous description, he had imagined him to be a rigid middle-aged man; he hadn't expected him to be so young.
"Xiao Song!" Assistant Wang waved and, upon seeing the person next to Song Ling, extended his hand and said, "This must be Mr. Luo. Hello, my name is Wang Ziyou, and I am President Song's assistant."
Luo Wenchuan looked at the person in front of him, said "Hello," and did not extend his hand.
Assistant Wang hesitated for a moment, then quickly withdrew his hand, saying awkwardly, "Xiao Song, President Song has reserved a table for me to pick you up."
"Thank you for driving, Assistant Wang."
Song Ling is nine years younger than Assistant Wang, and there is basically no generation gap between them.
Assistant Wang drove Song Ling and Luo Wenchuan to the restaurant's parking lot.
Seeing that Luo Wenchuan hadn't said a word the whole way, Song Ling assumed that this person was meeting strangers for the first time and wasn't used to it.
Thinking about it, this kid only dared to say a few extra words in front of me.
“My mom looks fierce, but she’s a nice person. Don’t be afraid,” Song Ling comforted Luo Wenchuan, gently patting his shoulder.
Luo Wenchuan nodded, his gaze falling on Assistant Wang in the driver's seat, lost in thought.
Song Ling led Luo Wenchuan to the restaurant, where the old-fashioned decor gave the whole place a very rustic feel.
The waiter led the two to the reserved private room, and the moment the door opened, Luo Wenchuan met the rumored Ms. Song.
Bright lights shone on her ink-black curly hair, her red lips were slightly upturned, and her bright and delicate eyebrows resembled a dazzling oil painting, exuding an unapproachable nobility.
At that moment, he suddenly understood where Song Ling's aura of a noble young master, which kept strangers at bay, came from when he was silent.
"Mom," Song Ling called out first, took a few steps toward Song Zhiruo, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Song Zhiruo looked up at Song Ling and couldn't help but smile: "You, you still know how to come back?"
This thing, bewitched by a vixen, has finally come back.
"How could I not know to come back? Isn't your birthday coming up soon?"
"Thank you for your hard work, you even remembered my birthday." Song Ruozhi looked up at Luo Wenchuan at the door and said to Song Ling, "Let your darling sit down too, it's heartbreaking to see you standing."
"Mom, this is Luo Wenchuan." Song Ling got up and pulled Luo Wenchuan over so that Song Ruozhi could see him more clearly.
Song Ruozhi looked the person up and down for a while before concluding, "He's quite good. He seems to be from a good family. He's much better than that androgynous Omega that the Shen family found."
Song Ruozhi wasn't very confident in Song Ling's judgment. He'd always been overly protective, had poor eyesight, and always brought home crying, troublesome kids. She'd originally thought Luo Wenchuan was just another cunning little devil who only knew how to play the victim and gain sympathy, but seeing him today, he seemed like a decent person.
"Hello, Auntie. My name is Luo Wenchuan. I grew up in Song County."
Luo Wenchuan had a smile on his face, a clean and innocent smile that was not deliberately ingratiating, which was very endearing.
"Please sit down. You've already brought them here, so there's no need to be so polite."
Song Ruozhi's tone wasn't very good, and only Song Ling knew that this person was actually quite satisfied with Luo Wenchuan.
His older sister brought a boyfriend home last time, and his mother took one look and had the housekeeper kick him out. The fact that she could calmly let Luo Wenchuan sit down now proves that the little rascal is quite to Ms. Song's liking.
"Mom, Xiao Song is in the recommended admission program and took the entrance exam for Beicheng University of Political Science and Law this year," Song Ling said proudly. She was practically the only one in their family with decent grades, and yet she ended up going to military academy. Luo Wenchuan was studying law, and he thought Ms. Song would definitely like it.
“I know, I’m more successful than you.”
Luo Wenchuan entered Beicheng University of Political Science and Law with the highest score in the entrance exam. Although Songxian County is a small county, it has many hardworking and intelligent students. Luo Wenchuan, who was able to rank first, is no ordinary person.
"There's probably not anyone at Xiao Luo's house, is there?" Song Ruozhi suddenly asked.
Luo Wenchuan said frankly, "No, I grew up at my uncle's house."
"Your uncle is a truck driver, right?"
"right."
Luo Wenchuan lowered his gaze, feeling a sense of relief that he hadn't lied. Song Ruozhi had seen more of the world than Song Ling and was much more shrewd; she wasn't an easy woman to deal with.
In this world, there is no one else besides Song Ling who would easily believe him.
Seeing that Song Ruozhi was about to ask something else, Song Ling deliberately changed the subject: "Mom, the crabs at this restaurant are pretty good."
"Then let's order, one of each."
"Okay." Song Ling called the waiter over, swiped a couple of times on the ordering device, and ordered a few specialty dishes.
The restaurant served the food very quickly; most of the dishes arrived in less than half an hour.
This restaurant is especially good at serving river and seafood. Song Ling was afraid that Luo Wenchuan would be too shy to take food, so she specially served him some food before continuing to talk to Song Ruozhi.
The two didn't talk about company matters at the dinner table, only about everyday family matters.
Luo Wenchuan occasionally chimed in with a few words, which were always quite apt. The rest of the time, he was busy peeling shrimp and dismantling crabs. He didn't eat any of the peeled shrimp, but waited until Song Ling's plate was empty before putting everything onto Song Ling's plate.
Song Ling didn't shy away from it and naturally ate the shrimp and crab that Luo Wenchuan had prepared for him.
Seeing how affectionate the two were, Song Ruozhi knew they were deeply in love. She had initially thought Song Ling's feelings for the child were just a passing fancy, but it turned out he was quite devoted.
Halfway through the meal, while Luo Wenchuan went to the restroom, Song Ling asked Song Ruozhi, "Mom, how's your daughter-in-law?"
When Song Ruozhi heard him ask this, she didn't give a clear answer: "What can you figure out in a short time?"
"We can get a pretty good look at it in a short time."
Hearing him say that, Song Ruozhi couldn't help but smile. When had his son ever been so willing to speak so highly of someone?
"Wen Chuan is a pretty well-behaved person."
"Is that so?" Song Ruozhi recalled Luo Wenchuan's skillful movements when he was dismantling the crab, and suddenly said, "Many dogs are quite well-behaved before they bite people."
"Mom, what are you saying?"
"It's nothing, you guys eat first. It's not good for you to work out here. I have a meeting tonight, so I'll head over first. I'll be staying at the company tonight. You two should go home after you finish eating; don't stay out, it's not safe."
"You're leaving already?" Song Ling was a little surprised, wondering what important meeting it was that had to be held at this time.
Song Ruozhi stopped arguing with Song Ling, glanced at the terminal in her hand, and left the private room.
Outside the restaurant's parking lot, there was an exaggerated and imposing SUV.
As Song Ruozhi approached, the SUV's headlights were turned on and switched to low beams.
"Get in the car, Teacher Song." The voice inside the car was deep, like the dark, inky night, carrying a touch of mystery.
Song Ruozhi glanced coldly at the person in the car and handed over her bag: "Next time, get a different car. This one is a bit too unique."
"This car has been with me to many places, and it's quite easy to drive. Teacher Song seems to be in a bad mood today."
The man took a cigar from his wallet, and seeing Song Ruozhi frown, he quickly put the cigar down.
"Song Ling has been marked."
Song Ruozhi's words caused the man's hand on the steering wheel to pause slightly.
"I told you to keep an eye on him, and this is how you saw him." Song Ruozhi's expression didn't change much, but her words carried a hint of reproach.
“He wasn’t marked when he was in school.”
Upon hearing this, Song Ruozhi snorted coldly and said, "There isn't a single good one in Enigma."
"Yes, Teacher Song is absolutely right..."
The man smiled helplessly, his deep eyes slightly closed, tinged with a faint blue hue. He gazed at the lights of the distant buildings, suddenly feeling a pang of envy for Enigma, the one that could mark Song Ling.
Enigma is born with an unusual aloofness. He doesn't say anything on the surface, but he dislikes everyone in his heart and rarely marks people.
That brat was quick; he marked Song Ling in such a short time.
They must be so impatient.
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When Luo Wenchuan returned, only Song Ling remained in the room.
The tie was removed and placed on the table, and the slightly open collar revealed some faint red marks.
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Chapter 33 (2/2)
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Luo Wenchuan quietly admired his masterpiece for a while before walking over.
"Brother Ling, Auntie..."
"She went to a meeting."
"A meeting this late? Isn't Brother Ling going?" Luo Wenchuan asked, sitting down next to him.
"I'm not going. She'll handle these things." After all, Song Ling isn't a professional, and it's best to stay out of company matters as much as possible.
When Luo Wenchuan heard what Song Ling said, he didn't say anything more about it. He just took a glove and continued to dismantle the crab for Song Ling.
It's better that he left; he was always uneasy here.
"Eat some yourself too."
"Ling-ge, you eat first."
"Just eat it, it's not like we don't have any left."
Song Ling found this child strange. She could barely eat a couple of bites herself, and was always busy putting food on his plate, as if she was afraid he wouldn't eat enough.
Is he the kind of person who would starve himself?
"Um……"
Luo Wenchuan lowered his gaze and agreed, but still didn't put it in his mouth.
Alpha's stamina is far inferior to Enigma's; with only 36 hours, it's not even enough time to complete the knot formation.
We can't eat any more!