The result was that unexpectedly, during one bank VIP event, she t soone nad Sister Wen.
After hearing that she was still single, Sister Wen insisted on introducing her to soone, the owner of a pet clinic in their neighborhood.
Originally, she didn't take it seriously.
But Sister Wen persistently arranged a al for them.
As they chatted, she gradually developed feelings.
Especially after learning that he also had a daughter, thinking that the two girls would surely get along well in the future.
Actually, it wouldn't be bad to pair up and spend their later years together.
"That does make sense... When your child is done with her work, and ours has so free ti, we should get together and have a al to properly get to know each other."
Old Song found this idea quite reasonable.
His daughter also did this back in the day.
It seems it was on December 20th.
Just a few days away anyway.
"Alright, you can go to the airport to pick them up soon. I've been dining out for several days now, today I'll cook a al for her as she returns."
They kept chatting.
The two eventually parted ways.
Spring City Airport.
"It's been a while since I've been here. Looks like Master Zhang is about to start his brick-moving career again~"
Song Wanqing sighed as she disembarked the plane.
"As if I didn't move bricks in Qian Province, always working hard~"
Zhang Lingchuan shrugged his shoulders.
"Master Zhang, working hard is for a better future."
Song Wanqing was seen hanging onto Zhang Lingchuan's arm at this mont.
"Imagine if you really perform at the Spring Festival Gala this year, wouldn't that be amazing? Though I wonder if I could tag along as your secretary~"
Song Wanqing playfully glanced at Zhang Lingchuan.
"If I can perform, I surely will take you. If I don't take Comrade Xiao Song, who else would I take?"
Zhang Lingchuan smiled slightly.
Not long after, they were outside the airport.
"Xiaochuan, Qingqing, how was your trip to Qian Province this ti?"
Just as they reached the exit.
A black rcedes with a logo was parked there.
"Dad, what did you do, are you shooting a spy film???"
Wearing a black trench coat, a tie, and hair styled with wax, resembling Brother Ming Lou.
He looked just like one of those figures from a spy film.
Song Wanqing felt she didn't recognize her own dad.
"What spy film? This is to welco you. Look, isn't your dad's driver outfit decent? If he had a pair of white gloves, it'd be perfect."
Old Song, hearing his daughter's teasing, promptly found an excuse to brush it off.
Since Xiaoxia currently feels that going public isn't mature enough, he decided to keep it under wraps for now.
When they have a al together, then he'll reveal it.
"Is that so? Getting a hundred thousand in dowry, my and Master's Zhang's treatnt is quite high."
Song Wanqing opened the car door.
She habitually placed her purse on the front passenger seat.
"Speaking like I wouldn't treat Xiaochuan well without a hundred thousand dowry. Xiaochuan, does Uncle Song seem like that kind of person?"
Old Song accepted the suitcase.
He then placed it in the trunk.
Since this guy gave a hundred thousand in dowry, what more could he say? He silently welcod him as a family mber.
Just waiting for plans after the New Year when they go ho, let his parents arrange a date, and pass it on to him.
So, Old Song is particularly friendly to Zhang Lingchuan now.
"No, no, definitely not..."
What could Zhang Lingchuan say?
He could only deny it.
"Hahaha, Qingqing, did you hear that?"
Old Song laughed heartily.
"Bang—"
The trunk lid closed, and quickly he opened the driver's door.
But in the next mont, he saw his daughter carefully examining the front passenger seat, with her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Qingqing, what's wrong? Is the seat dirty? Dad washed it especially!"
Old Song knew his daughter was returning, so he specifically washed the car yesterday.
"It's not dirty... Just, Old Song, you must have picked up another aunt today, right?"
Song Wanqing looked at Old Song.
Next, speaking with a peculiar expression.
"?"
Zhang Lingchuan, who just got in the car, was slightly taken aback by her words.
"No, no one at all, Qingqing, what are you saying, where's this aunt you're talking about?"
Old Song's expression was sowhat unnatural.
How did his daughter know? He washed the car yesterday.
"Then what are these yellow hairs? They surely can't be mine, right? Dad, you should be honest. I'm not stopping you from finding a partner."
Song Wanqing produced two strands of yellow hair that had fallen on the seat.
"???"
Old Song was stunned.
So, are all won detectives or sothing?
The seat is yellow, and Xiaoxia also dyed her hair yellow; she could even find this out.
On the way.
Old Song felt a bit uneasy.
Periodically glanced at his daughter and Xiaochuan through the rear-view mirror.
However, Song Wanqing, despite discovering the hair, rely remarked that Old Song wasn't being straightforward.
She didn't ntion anything else.
Ji Da.
"Goodbye, Master Zhang~"
Song Wanqing waved to Zhang Lingchuan.
"Alright, alright, Wanqing and Uncle Song, take it slow on the road."
Zhang Lingchuan bid farewell to the two.
This day was Friday.
The next day was Saturday.
Zhang Lingchuan spent the day lying around in the dorm.
You know, while the hotel bed is comfortable too, the dormitory's nest is always so cozy.
Sunday evening.
A door opened.
"Old Zhang, Old Zhang!!"
It was Prince returning.
The two then began enjoying their supper.
Monday morning.
"Ring ring ring—"
At eight in the morning, a phone rang.
"Dr. Xiaochuan, are you up yet?"
It was Yin Xiaoxiao.
That's right, today is the day to punch in at the Provincial Hospital again.
He works two fixed days each week.
Yin Xiaoxiao asked him yesterday when he'd be going to work, and Zhang Lingchuan chose Monday.
So, early this morning, she called him.
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