Song Ling leaned to the side; the spot where Luo Wenchuan had kissed her was still a little hot when she accepted the call request.
"What's up?"
Upon hearing Song Ling's voice, the other party cut to the chase: "Song Ling, do you know, President Song is getting married!"
"President Song, which President Song?" Song Ling didn't remember any of Ms. Song's relatives getting married.
"Who else could it be but President Song? Oh my god, Song Ruozhi, your mother is getting married!"
Your mom is getting married.
These words sent a chill down Song Ling's spine. He shoved away Luo Wenchuan, who was trying to get close to him, and asked, "With whom?"
His mother is getting married, why doesn't he know?
"Who else could it be but Xiao Zeyan, your mentor?"
Shen Yufeng's words instantly stirred up a storm in Song Ling's heart.
When exactly did Xiao Zeyan's incident occur?
After the call was disconnected, Luo Wenchuan came over and massaged Song Ling's back. He analyzed, "Xiao Zeyan retired three years ago. Although the term of office for a trusted captain is generally no more than fifteen years, his retirement age was indeed a bit early. This matter must have been premeditated."
It seemed premeditated, indeed.
Song Ling never expected that Xiao Zeyan, who is thirty-six years old this year, would have a past with Ms. Song.
When did this start?
"You guessed it, why didn't you tell me sooner?" Song Ling kicked Luo Wenchuan.
Luo Wenchuan said with a wronged expression, "I didn't expect it to be with Aunt Song."
Before this, he had always thought that Xiao Zeyan was interested in Song Ling. Now that they were family, things were going to get complicated.
.
Song Ling still took Luo Wenchuan back to the capital, the reason being that she had to arrange her own mother's and her mentor's wedding.
The wedding of Qinghe's CEO and a retired general was undoubtedly a grand affair.
The wedding was mostly done by Song Ling and Luo Wenchuan themselves, partly out of necessity and partly to please Song Ruozhi.
Many people came to the wedding, especially from the people of Beicheng Quecheng. Most of the confidants stood on the grass, just like they had come to the Quecheng Council.
Ms. Song remained elegant as ever, her snow-white wedding dress making her even more beautiful. Standing next to Xiao Zeyan, the incredibly handsome Enigma, the phrase "a perfect match" didn't even begin to describe them.
Watching his own mother marry another man, Song Ling still felt a pang of unease. Everyone else sends their daughters off to get married, but he was sending his own mother off to get married—no, not married off, but Xiao Zeyan marrying into the family.
"Congratulations, Xiao Song, you'll have a dad from now on."
From now on, I'll have a dad.
This unfamiliar word feels even more unfamiliar today.
While Song Ling was feeling a mix of emotions, Ms. Song was already tossing her bouquet. Luo Wenchuan was nowhere to be seen, and Song Ling was about to go look for him when she saw Xiao Zeyan walking towards her from afar.
"Director Xiao..."
Xiao Zeyan saw Song Ling and slightly curled her lips: "Aren't you going to say something to congratulate me?"
"I... I'm sorry." Song Ling really didn't know what to say. Having a child early wasn't appropriate, and a long and happy marriage seemed strange.
"Then take that as a statement."
"When did you and my mom..." Song Ling was still very curious about this.
Xiao Zeyan didn't seem to mind the matter. He looked at the woman in the wedding dress not far away and said in a low voice, "I first met her when we were in school. She came to our school to give a speech."
"University?"
“Even earlier, but unfortunately she already had a family by then.”
"Yes." Song Ling didn't have a deep impression of her father. That man didn't come home often, and every time he did, he would argue with Ms. Song.
“I don’t think I’ll ever have a chance in this lifetime.” Xiao Zeyan’s expression showed a hint of regret, which was quickly melted away by a smile. “But she got divorced later. You know, I was so happy that I couldn’t sleep all night the day she got divorced.”
"Uh..." Song Ling remembered that he hadn't slept all night either. He was very sad. It was true that human joys and sorrows could not be shared.
"Director Xiao's love life is truly full of twists and turns." Although she didn't want to comment, Song Ling still gave a polite response.
It must be said that although Enigma is cunning, he is surprisingly devoted to one person.
As Song Ling was thinking, she looked up and saw her Enigma running over with a white bouquet of flowers.
"Brother Ling, Brother Ling, look at this, I caught it." Luo Wenchuan presented the bouquet to Song Ling. At that moment, it was as if the person was handing over not flowers, but the most dazzling treasure.
Song Ling stood up and looked at the bouquet that the silly dog had brought over: "Why are you fighting with a bunch of young girls for it?"
"Who says only little girls can steal it?" Luo Wenchuan looked into Song Ling's eyes and asked expectantly, "Can we do it too?"
What's possible? Marriage?
So this is how the little rascal proposed to him?
"It depends on your performance."
“Okay.” Song Ling did not agree, but Luo Wenchuan was still very happy. He was happy every day to be by Song Ling’s side, like a silly dog whose eyes were only on its master. He would wag his tail when Song Ling was happy.
Song Ling looked down at the bouquet in her hand and suddenly felt something filling her heart, a sweet feeling washing over her.
In the past two months, Luo Wenchuan has matured considerably, becoming less willful and knowing when to compromise. This is likely related to his knee injury, something Luo Wenchuan probably wants to bury most in his life.
Song Ling recalled Luo Wenchuan's expression in the days following the discovery of the truth, and felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. He did not want the past pain to add further bitterness to their future.
Whether it's hatred or resentment, if it lingers in your heart for too long, it will become a cage that imprisons you.
Song Ling couldn't completely forgive Luo Wenchuan's recklessness back then, but she was willing to give him a chance to make amends.
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A busy day left her feeling incredibly tired. As the moon rose high in the sky, Song Ling stood under the flower-lined corridor and yawned.
"I'm sorry." A child's voice brought Song Ling's wandering thoughts back to reality.
He looked down and saw a little boy holding a broken brooch. It broke in two with just one fall; the brooch Luo Wenchuan had commissioned wasn't of very good quality.
"It's okay, I didn't put it on properly." Song Ling patted the child's head and took the brooch from his palm.
Where the gemstone and the base separated, a black object appeared in the back of the eye.
This is... a chip?
Song Ling examined the chip he had been searching for for so long closely under the light, and suddenly smiled.
That little rascal Luo Wenchuan always surprises me.
Will there be more surprises like this in the future?
"Do you like it, Brother Ling?" Luo Wenchuan had walked over at some point and put his arm around his waist from behind.
Song Ling carefully put the chip away, then looked back at the person whose eyes were filled with sincere admiration, and a sudden thought struck her.
"like."
I like this kind of surprise, and I also like this young man who shares my burdens.
Luo Wenchuan gently kissed Song Ling's lips. Before the wine-scented lips left, Song Ling put her arm around Luo Wenchuan's shoulder and deepened the kiss.
The sweet aroma of wine mingled with the scent of peach blossoms, overflowing in the cool moonlight, and growing freely with love under the flower-filled corridor.
Luo Wenchuan didn't speak, but at that moment, Song Ling could hear the boy's heart beating in his chest, saying that he loved him.
She loved him so much that she would rush to him at any chance of survival, until they were reunited.