Chapter 375 This is your achievement
Hearing this, Song Jinan suddenly raised his head and grabbed Shi Bo's arm: "What did you say?"
Shi Bo sighed. He knew, of course, that Song Jinan had lived a free and easy life since childhood, otherwise she would not have developed such an innocent and pure temperament. Naturally, she could not remain calm when she suddenly heard that her marriage was about to be exploited.
"The governor also has his own difficulties. He came to H Province alone and has been through a lot. It was not easy. Although he has made some achievements over the years, he has not been able to gain a firm foothold. He needs an opportunity."
"Jin'an, you are the governor's biological son, you can understand him, right?"
Shi Bo's words were ambiguous, but they made Song Jinan feel cold all over. For the first time, there was a coldness in her light brown eyes, as if a storm was coming. She tightened her grip on Shi Bo's arm and said in a hoarse voice, "Understand? How do you understand? With my freedom and marriage?"
Because his father's political career is not going well, he needs his own son to marry and pave the way for him?
Shi Bo frowned but didn't break free of his hand: "Jin An, calm down. The governor's intention is just to give it a try. Can he really joke about his only son's marriage? Don't think too much. Go downstairs and eat something. After that, I'll take you to see the governor."
Song Jinan's eyes were bloodshot: "It's a new society now!"
He stood up and said sternly, "What blind date, what marriage? Whoever wants to go can go. I'm not going anyway!"
After saying that, Song Jinan was ready to leave, but as soon as he reached the door, someone stopped him.
"Where are you going? To find that country woman?" The person blocking the door opened his mouth with a sharp rebuke.
Song Jinan clenched his hands unconsciously, looked calmly at the person in front of him, biting his cheek and unwilling to call out "Dad".
That’s right, the person blocking the door was none other than the governor of H Province, Song Lin.
Song Lin had a square face, which was attractive but not very handsome. He did not look like Song Jinan, except for his pair of light brown eyes. The father and son were exactly alike.
He said to Song Jinan in a cold voice: "Let's go downstairs to eat. We can talk after we finish eating."
Song Jinan really wanted to leave the Municipal Party Committee compound and H Province regardless of anything, but just now, he suddenly remembered the poor children in Feng City and what he promised Gu Yuehuai. He couldn't leave, and he still needed to find a breakthrough from his father.
Song Jinan took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to leave, and went downstairs without saying a word.
Song Lin half-squinted his eyes and looked at his back, feeling a little surprised and relieved. He thought that this son would be unstoppable when he got angry, but he didn't expect that he could actually endure it. This is also good.
After going downstairs, Song Lin and Song Jinan sat at the dining table together. A variety of dishes were already placed on the table.
Shi Bo was very tactful. He stayed upstairs and did not come down, wanting to let the father and son have some private conversation.
Aunt Li has worked here for a long time and knows when to listen and when not to listen. After cleaning the kitchen, she found an excuse to go out. For a while, Situlanya Restaurant was empty and quiet.
"I heard from Shi Bo that something happened to you on the road and you suffered a lot. Eat more." Seeing that Song Jinan had a stern face and didn't move his chopsticks, Song Lin shook his head and sighed, picked up a piece of pork ribs with chopsticks and put it into Song Jinan's bowl, his tone already showing weakness.
Song Jinan just looked at the food on the table without saying a word.
Song Lin was not angry either. He ate the rice in his bowl slowly. After about two minutes, he suddenly smiled and said, "You went to the countryside on your own initiative. You have grown a lot and learned how to get along with me. That's good."
After hearing this, Song Jinan looked up at Song Lin, only to find that he had white hair on his temples.
Song Jinan moved his fingers, finally softening his heart, picked up the chopsticks and started eating the ribs that Song Lin put on his plate.
Song Lin smiled and stopped acting like a father. Instead, he started chatting with Song Jinan like an ordinary friend: "The female comrade who came with you today, did you meet her when you went to the countryside? Do you like her?"
Song Jinan's face froze. Facing his father's question, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
Gu Yuehuai was indeed the person he liked, and he should have introduced her to his father seriously. But in the end, she was forced to leave the Municipal Party Committee compound for various reasons. What would she think? Would she feel that his family looked down on her?
Thinking of this, Song Jinan's eyes became bitter, and he didn't want to talk to Song Lin about Gu Yuehuai anymore.
She had helped him before, and he didn't know how to face her the next time they met.
Song Lin chuckled, his voice was unremarkable: "It seems that he likes her. I regret not meeting her. My son, who has high standards, likes her. Even if she is a country girl, she is a capable country girl."
Song Jinan's voice was stiff and a little cold: "I never knew that Dad actually had such prejudices against his own party."
Calling him a country bumpkin all the time made Gu Yuehuai feel uncomfortable and displeased, not to mention Gu Yuehuai.
Song Lin paused: "Jin'an, it's not that Dad has a family bias, but a family like ours has to deal with such things. What do you think will be good for you to marry a country girl according to your wishes?"
"You will be laughed at by your old friends, and our Song family will become the topic of conversation after dinner!"
"What's more, she has been accustomed to the life in the countryside. If she goes to the capital, will she be able to handle the social activities outside?"
"Dad also wants you to find someone you like, but this is destined to be impossible. If you don't like blind dates, Dad won't force you. At most, Dad will have to work hard for a few more years and be targeted for a few more years. It's nothing."
As Song Lin spoke, a faint smile showed on his face, showing helplessness in the face of his rebellious son.
But Song Jinan felt very uncomfortable when he heard these words. The white hair on his father's temples indicated that he was old. Knowing that his father's political career was not going well, he felt distressed and worried. But did this matter need to be solved through marriage?
Song Jinan looked a little confused and didn't know how to respond to Song Lin's words.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. What happened on your way here? The wounds on your face..." Song Lin frowned and looked at the purple scars on Song Jinan's face. A cold look flashed in his eyes. He, Song Lin's son, was not someone that anyone could touch.
Song Jinan pursed her lips, and thinking about what happened in Feng City, she didn't keep anyone in suspense and spoke frankly.
After he told me about his experience in Feng City, Song Lin frowned and fell into deep thought.
"Dad, although Feng City is a little far from H Province, the environment there is chaotic, with a large flow of people and endless criminals. There is a lot of room for maneuver, and perhaps you can gain some political achievements and keep your footing!"
Song Jinan had already thought about how to persuade Song Lin. He knew that his father was a conservative and might not be willing to interfere in Feng City's affairs. But although Feng City was a tough bone to chew, once chewed down, he would surely sharpen his teeth even more.
Song Lin's eyebrows moved, but he still didn't say anything. It was unknown what he was thinking.
Song Jinan was not in a hurry, but frowned and said, "Dad, I had already mentioned your name, but I was still beaten up. This shows how rampant those people in Feng City are. It's time to teach them a lesson."
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