In recent days, Ling Chen hasn’t been having a good ti. He searched for Nanrong Wanqing more than ten tis, but each ti she found an excuse to refuse him. Over these days, he’s been to the Nanrong Family four or five tis, yet still hasn’t caught a glimpse of Nanrong Wanqing.
What exactly is going on? Ling Chen sat on the sofa at ho, pondering quietly. A few days ago, he seed not to have offended Nanrong Wanqing, and he had no idea why she was upset—the whole thing is so baffling.
"Ling Chen."
Hearing Yang Qingling’s voice coming from behind, Ling Chen turned around and asked, "Mom, what’s up?"
"Why hasn’t Wanqing co over to visit these past few days? No trace of her, not even a phone call. Did you two have a fight?"
"Mom, nothing like that. She’s been really busy with work recently, so she doesn’t have ti to co over," Ling Chen dodged the question.
"Oh, co on, I’ve been through this, do you think you can fool ? Son, it’s very normal for couples to argue, you don’t need to worry too much. As a man, you should be generous, not petty like a woman. Also, if Wanqing is mad at you, then you should be the one actively seeking her, instead of just staying at ho. Do you expect Wanqing to co find you?"
Ling Chen said with a bitter smile, "Mom, it’s not like I haven’t tried. I’ve called her so much that my phone’s almost worn out, and I’ve been to the Nanrong Family several tis, but she keeps avoiding . What else can I do? I don’t even know how I’ve offended her. Sigh, sotis won can be so inexplicable. It’s okay to be angry, but at least give a reason. She doesn’t say a word, what can I do? Should I block her at her office building?"
"It’s not a bad thing for a man to be proactive."
"Mom, it’s not about being proactive or not. Alright, don’t worry about it, I know what to do." Just as he said this, Ling Chen’s phone on the coffee table started ringing.
Seeing the caller ID, Ling Chen quickly answered the call, "Hello! Shiyun, is there sothing you need from ?"
"Ling, my concert is the day after tomorrow, aren’t you going to co and support ?"
"Of course I’ll co, how could I not? Save a seat for , and I’ll definitely be there."
"You’ve said it, so don’t go back on your word. I’ll save three seats for you; you can bring so friends along."
After hanging up the phone, Yang Qingling asked, "Was that Wanqing calling?"
"No, it was Shiyun. Hey! Mom, are you interested in going to the concert with ?"
"Shiyun?" Yang Qingling listened to the unfamiliar na and asked, "Who is that? Have I t her?"
Ling Chen slapped his forehead, rembering that he hadn’t ntioned Tang Shiyun to his mom yet.
"Mom, Shiyun is the first friend I made in East Sea City—a very cute girl. If you et her, you’re guaranteed to like her."
Listening to this, Yang Qingling looked at her son with a peculiar gaze and said, "Ling Chen, honestly tell Mom, how many girls are you interested in? Are you seeing several girls at the sa ti?" Pausing for a mont, without waiting for Ling Chen to respond, Yang Qingling earnestly advised, "Son, Wanqing is a very nice girl, you must not do anything to let her down. Also, n should be loyal, just like your father; you must not be a philanderer. Those kinds of n are scumbags, and I do not wish for my son to beco one of them."
Ling Chen said helplessly, "Mom, what are you saying, making your son sound like such a scumbag. Shiyun is my little sister, don’t overthink it."
"n and won can’t have pure friendships, especially you, who always call others your sister, it shows you have feelings for her. Son, don’t bla Mom for not warning you; you better be careful, don’t play with fire and get burned."
"Mom, it’s not as serious as you say." Ling Chen was speechless, his mother’s reaction was too extre.
"Alright! Since you don’t want to go to the concert, I won’t force you, I’ll find soone else." After saying this, Ling Chen took strides toward his room. He’s truly scared of Yang Qingling, getting berated out of nowhere.
"Wait!" Yang Qingling called out to Ling Chen, who was about to go upstairs, "Who said I’m not going? Perfect, I’ll go with you to see what kind of person this ’sister’ of yours is."
"Alright, if you want to go, I’ll accompany you then. I’ll head back to my room!"
Returning to his room, Ling Chen wandered onto the balcony of the bedroom. Looking out, he could see Han Mingchao’s villa. At this ti, two cargo trucks were parked at Han Mingchao’s door, and several n in work uniforms were moving furniture from the house to the trucks.
Upon seeing this, Ling Chen couldn’t help but wonder. What’s Han Mingchao up to? Why move when you’re living well—could it be to avoid trouble from ? Thinking of this, Ling Chen chuckled. This guy’s guts are way too small.
...
A day passes.
Friday, 6:30 PM.
Ling Chen had dinner at ho, went back to his room, and changed into a clean and neat suit, then waited at the front door for Yang Qingling.
Tang Shiyun’s concert starts at 7:30; there’s still an hour left. After waiting for a few minutes, Yang Qingling leisurely descended from upstairs.
"Mom, when you et Shiyun later, mind your words and don’t scare her." Sitting in the car, Ling Chen cautioned anxiously. He had no choice—the attitude Yang Qingling showed the other day made him worry.
Yang Qingling glared at her son with disdain; she was, after all, raised by a prestigious family, well-educated and courteous—not like those unruly won on the streets. If it weren’t for him being her son, she would’ve taught him a lesson already, daring to question his mom’s standards.
Receiving Yang Qingling’s glare, Ling Chen straightened up considerably. He shut his mouth and quickly started the car, driving towards the stadium.
PM.
Ling Chen arrived on ti at the stadium parking lot. After parking, he led Yang Qingling directly to the stadium entrance.
At this mont, outside the stadium is already a sea of people; the audience all holding tickets and lining up to enter. Such bustling scenes naturally attract street vendors trying to earn so business. Surrounding the crowd, vendors had spontaneously ford a little food street, with tantalizing aromas in the air.
Seeing those fans holding banners and naplates, Yang Qingling asked in surprise, "Does that Tang Shiyun have great fa?"
Yang Qingling, who had been abroad for a long ti and only recently returned ho, had no knowledge of Tang Shiyun’s dostic popularity. Thus, the crowded scene before her left her greatly astounded.
Ling Chen had only told her that Tang Shiyun was a singer, but never imagined she was such a hit star. For a mont, she was full of curiosity about Tang Shiyun, whom she’d never t.
In response to Yang Qingling’s inquiry, Ling Chen rely chuckled, believing nothing he could say would be more convincing than the sight of the live audience.
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