Chapter 227
Song Hansheng was not a talkative person. He ate four pieces of osmanthus cakes in a row until Song Shuling reminded him.
"I'm sorry, I was rude." Song Hansheng rubbed his brow, looking distressed. "I didn't expect you to have such a special liking for sweets. You can't stop eating them after just one taste. Miss Song, I hope I didn't offend you."
Song Shuling smiled and said, "Why do you always say sorry, sorry, this lady, that lady?"
"Just call me Shu Ling. Zhong Qiao and the others all call me that. You always call me Miss Song. People who don't know me would think I'm a college student."
Song Hansheng hesitated for a moment: "Song, Song..."
As for the other person's name, years of upbringing made him unable to utter the remaining two words.
After a while, he said helplessly: "I still need time to get used to it."
"It's okay." Song Shuling seemed nonchalant. "It's just a name. Call me whatever you want."
She has never been the type to force others. People like Song Hansheng, who have been raised at home and well-educated, were naturally taught not to call girls' names casually in public.
He'll have to take time to get used to it.
"Would you like to eat some cakes?" Song Shuling asked, "I made two layers in total. I originally wanted to give them to Sister Zhong Qiao and the others. If you want to eat them, why not take them home directly?"
"That won't do." Song Hansheng felt a little guilty.
Originally, he lied and sent Miss Song away in order to prevent her from disturbing Miss Zhong Qiao. Now he even ate the pastries that she had worked so hard to make. It was not right morally and logically. How could he take back what was left?
So rude!
"If we send it to Zhong Qiao now, it will probably be cold." Song Shuling said with some distress, "The lotus root starch and milk cake we are making below is best eaten while it is hot. Although it has a unique flavor when it is cold, Sister Zhong Qiao doesn't like it."
"Instead of putting her in a difficult position, it's better to let you take them back directly. Otherwise, they will just be thrown away. What a waste."
"It's indeed a waste." Song Hansheng nodded, and after hesitating for a moment, he put the food box away. "How about this, I'll make an exception this time and take this food box back. I'll return it to you next time."
Song Shuling smiled: "When is the next time you mentioned?"
Song Hansheng was stunned by her burning gaze for a moment, and said slowly: "Song Xiao... Shu Ling, when do you want? Why don't you arrange a time and place, and I will wash it clean and return it to you when the time comes."
"Then I'll have to think about it carefully." Song Shuling smiled slyly, "Why not meet at Xiyuan Temple on Guanqian Street at 3:00 pm tomorrow."
"...Okay." Song Hansheng did not hesitate this time, but agreed neatly.
Thus, the incident was transferred to the new time and place they had arranged.
Seeing the girl in front of him staring at him with a smile, Song Hansheng coughed lightly a few times: "Song... Shuling, excuse me, you seem to particularly like staring at me. Is it because there is something wrong with my face?"
"Yes." Song Shuling's expression became serious.
"I noticed something wrong with your face."
"Oh?" Song Hansheng originally wanted to tell her that it was a bit offensive for her to keep staring at him like that, but he didn't expect Song Shuling to actually be able to explain the reason, and he couldn't help but feel curious.
"I find you very handsome." Song Shuling said.
Song Hansheng: "..."
He shouldn't treat this girl as a normal person, his train of thought will never keep up.
*
Zhong Qiao kept organizing the materials and files until 3:00 in the middle of the night. It was not until she glanced at the old-fashioned clock on the wall that she realized a lot of time had passed.
Thinking about going to the factory tomorrow to report the latest design drawings to everyone, she felt exhausted.
However, she couldn't just sit back and watch as her father was attacked for no apparent reason.
Especially when Zhong Qiao felt both guilty and helpless despite having made sufficient preparations, yet his father was still injured.
If I had been smarter and realized that something was wrong, perhaps so many things wouldn't have happened at home now.
She could only numb herself by constantly searching through various materials, as well as the loopholes and clues therein.
"Uncle Lin." Zhong Qiao picked up the bottom piece of paper with Uncle Lin's face printed on it and stroked it carefully. "Is it you?"
"Why did you suddenly leave Suzhou at that time?"
First, she suddenly came to Suzhou and pretended to be pitiful in order to make her parents believe her. Because of her, a rift even arose between her and her father.
If all this was just a coincidence, Zhong Qiao would never believe it.
But all the clues have been cut off, and Uncle Lin's whereabouts are unknown. Zhong Qiao is really confused and doesn't know where to find him.
"Ji Hebai." Zhong Qiao held his forehead with his hand. "Even if you leave Xiao Song to me, I'm not a professional detective. I can't find the answer."
Keeping this thought in mind, Zhong Qiao got up the next morning with two big dark circles under his eyes, and then appeared in everyone's sight, almost scaring them.
"Sister." Zhong Siqi pulled the corner of his mouth, "Did you go ghost hunting last night? How did you get yourself into this state?"
"Yeah, you look just like those guys playing cards next door. You look listless."
Zhong Qiao knew she must be looking very bad right now, but there was really nothing she could do about it. She forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, I'm just busy with the latest design drawings for the factory. I'll only be busy for the next few days, and I'll be fine in a few days."
Hearing her say that she was busy with work, Zhong's mother felt distressed: "Don't work too hard. Our family's financial situation is not that bad now. If it really doesn't work out, you can give Jingui a raise. She is steady and smart. We can rest assured if you hand over the work to her."
"Besides, you can stay home with me, your dad, and Wanwan. Isn't that great?"
Zhong Qiao sat down at the table, eating an egg by herself. "Mom, I've already told you, even though I'm married now, I'm not afraid of any hardship or fatigue. I like my current job and it feels fulfilling."
"Let me hand over all the work to Jingui. This is also a burden for Jingui. I will handle the work well, don't worry."
Zhong's mother knew that she was very dedicated to her work. Whenever they asked her to go back and rest, or to let someone else do the work, she would be the first to feel worried, so they didn't dare to say anything more afterwards.
"You are an adult now, and Mom believes you can take care of yourself."
As usual, Mrs. Zhong took a step back.
"Mom just feels sorry for you. You're working so hard at such a young age."
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