Qin Daosheng looked Tong Zhao up and down for a long time before a cryptic smile appeared on his greasy face: "It doesn't matter if Shan Song doesn't like you. He will definitely take you back to the Zhou family before the wedding. You'd better make a good impression then."
The last four characters, when deliberately emphasized, seem to carry a particularly profound meaning.
Tong Zhao understood the implied meaning in his words, ignored his sticky and disgusting tone, suppressed her physical nausea, and replied, "I understand, Father."
"Go."
Tong Zhao then composed himself and walked out again.
Qin Daosheng watched his timid back as he turned around and said disdainfully, "Do you think he can get anything done like this?"
"Success depends on human effort, Father," Qin Siyuan said calmly.
Qin Daosheng spat, clearly still harboring resentment towards Shan Song's attitude earlier: "To be honest, Shan Song is also out of touch with reality. Doesn't he know why he's putting on airs now? Without the Zhou family, what is he anyway?"
Qin Siyuan didn't reply. His expression was deep behind his glasses, and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of the computer screen.
Qin Daosheng cursed for a few minutes and then lost interest. In the end, he couldn't make any waves. Just as Qin Siyuan had suggested, they should consider the long term.
Qin Daosheng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then shifted his gaze to Qin Siyuan, who was diagonally in front of him.
His eldest son is his most satisfying creation. He is a man of his word, resourceful, and most importantly, unlike other illegitimate children, Qin Siyuan has no ulterior motives and is solely focused on the Qin family. Now, he is gradually shifting the family's focus towards him.
If this succeeds, the Qin family will surely rise to become the head of the six major families. Thinking of this, Qin Daosheng felt his blood surging. He put down his teacup with a bang.
"What are your thoughts on Shan Song's side? Is his current stubborn attitude towards the Qin family because he's genuinely stupid and can't understand that a marriage alliance with the Qin family would only bring him benefits? Or does he have some other trump card?"
Qin Siyuan remained calm and composed: "No rush. Let them get to know each other. Father, don't worry, they'll eventually slip up."
"Okay, I trust you to make the arrangements."
Qin Daosheng was better than Zhou Muyuan in that he knew how to delegate authority. Although he was still a scoundrel, at least he had a much better eye for cultivating successors. He stood up and patted Qin Siyuan on the shoulder as if entrusting him with an important task: "I'm going upstairs."
"Father, please take a rest."
The living room quieted down. After a while, the maid finished tidying up and turned off several lights, leaving only a dim yellow wall lamp casting an inconspicuous glow in the vast Qin family home.
At the other end of the Qin family home, there was another small room lit by a dim nightlight.
Tong Zhao had just come out of the bathroom, his hair still damp, and his fingers left a water stain on his phone screen. He casually wiped it with his thumb and clicked send.
[Tong Zhao: Successfully fooled everyone! (￣︶￣)]
Dansong replied almost instantly.
[Shan Song: That's really impressive.]
[Dansong: Kitten patting its head.jpg]
With her fingers slightly curled, Tong Zhao wiped the screen clean, her gaze meeting the smiling face on the screen.
The mirror's reflection clearly recorded Tong Zhao's changing expressions, from joy to surprise to shyness, replaying themselves repeatedly before her eyes like in slow motion.
After a long pause, Tong Zhao threw down her phone and buried herself in the pillow, only her ear tip, which was so red it was almost transparent, peeking out: "..."
My fiancé!
It's so good that I'd laugh in my dreams.
...
After returning home, Shan Song sat quietly on the sofa, watching the latest news while waiting. He was completely relieved when Tong Zhao replied, and then got up and went to the bathroom.
In the warm steam, recalling Tong Zhao's reaction today, Shan Song wiped his face. Amidst the pattering water in the bathroom, a few unusually abrupt laughs suddenly broke the silence. The spacious, enclosed bathroom made the echoes linger longer, imbuing the humid air with the owner's joyful mood.
Dan Song quickly wiped himself down a couple of times, then put on a bathrobe and returned to the living room.
The computer on the coffee table in the living room emitted a faint light. Shan Song poured himself a glass of water, drank it, and walked to the sofa to sit down. He stood with his legs naturally apart on both sides, leaned slightly forward, rested one elbow on his knee, and tapped the computer touchpad a few times with the fingers of his other hand.
The small arrow in the upper right corner of the screen flickered slightly after a moment. Dan Song moved his finger lightly, and the red-marked document came into view. Dan Song gently swiped with two fingers to read the entire document carefully, and then swiped back to the top, his gaze lingering on the words "Tender and Transfer of Industrial Land in Yunling City" for a long time.
It seems this is the one. Qi Changzhou's side is quite fast.
He closed the webpage, shut down his computer, and leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, his brows and eyes completely relaxed, presenting a rare and comfortable posture.
His plan could finally be put on the agenda.
The Zhou family has enjoyed so many good years; it's about time they paid back what they owed.
For the next period of time, Shan Song took Tong Zhao out for fresh air once or twice a week. Sometimes he would deliberately forget and delay for about ten days, waiting for Zhou Muyuan or the Qin family to remind him.
The goal was to give both families the impression that the task was being completed perfunctorily, thereby lowering their guard and expanding the space for him and Tong Zhao to maneuver.
However, Zhou Muyuan seemed to have a different opinion about his behavior, believing that Shan Song was responding passively. In order for him to continue to work for his beloved son Zhou Xinlin, he reluctantly gave Shan Song a small share of the cooperation project with the Qin family.
Let's just consider this as shrimp on a fishhook, banana in front of a monkey's head, even a small fly is still meat. Anyway, Shan Song was happy to see this happen, and in response, he increased the frequency of his visits to the Qin family several times.
Once outside, Shan Song would usually take Tong Zhao to a more private place. After confirming there was no surveillance, he would let the little omega, who had been in the Qin family circle for a long time, relax and listen to him chatter like a little sparrow, sharing gossip or pouring out his grievances.
Occasionally, they would take Tong Zhao and deliberately put on impromptu performances in front of the people who were following them.
Under Tong Zhao's technical guidance, Shan Song's acting skills improved dramatically. After just a few scenes, he achieved a qualitative leap. He not only learned to add scenes and change lines on his own, but also ignored the director's eye signals and forcibly stole the spotlight.
Tong Zhao, who is also the director, producer, and screenwriter, ruthlessly blacklisted him for half an hour as a warning to others. Very good, his offensive skills have improved; finally, he's not just quietly criticizing people anymore. Shan Song laughed heartily.
About two weeks before the wedding, Shan Song messaged to say he would pick Tong Zhao up to try on her wedding dress. Tong Zhao got ready early and waited at the door. During this time, the two kept in frequent contact, both online and offline. Tong Zhao even knew how many cars he owned and the license plate numbers of each car.
For example, the road that opened in Dansong today is... Tong Zhao looked around at the only main road leading to the Qin family.
Huh? Why did you get a new car today?
Tong Zhao thought he was seeing things, so he took a closer look at the person in the driver's seat. It was indeed Shan Song. This person stood out so much that he could recognize him from a distance.
In the blink of an eye, the Dansong car had stopped not far in front of me. This distance provided the clearest view, and the car's smooth black and gold waistline enhanced its luxurious and elegant unique charm.
An aura of wealth and luxury emanates from the air!
Seeing him lost in thought, Shan Song beeped to remind him.
Tong Zhao snapped out of her daze and jogged over, excitedly exclaiming, "Shan Song, this car is so cool!"
Shan Song smiled: "You like it? You can drive it. Do you have a driver's license?"
"Yes, but I haven't driven a car since I finished the test." Tong Zhao scratched his head a little embarrassedly, but still obediently got into the passenger seat: "Let me practice, and then you can drive me later."
"Use it to practice, and if you get used to driving it, you can take it for fun."
Tong Zhao: "..." Let's not do it, even a scratch would be enough to kill me.
"Why did you change cars today?" Tong Zhao changed the subject.
"This car is rarely driven, so it's easy to shake people off. I'll take you to try on a dress today, and we can meet Grandma together."
"Huh? Why didn't you say so earlier? I thought it was just trying on clothes!" Tong Zhao looked at his clothes with a bitter face. It was rare for the Qin family not to be home today, so he just threw on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt and ran out. This was way too informal...
Following his gaze, Shan Song also looked him over and commented, "This outfit is quite good, better than the previous one. It makes you look like a college student, clean and energetic. Grandma will like it."
"When we take you to visit the Shan family formally in the future, you can dress more formally. This time, in order not to attract attention, Aunt Yuan picked up Grandma and the others. We met at Aunt Yuan's studio. This is just the right outfit for a family gathering."
Tong Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest: "That's good, that's good. It would be troublesome if Grandma had a bad impression of me."
"No, they will all like you." Shan Song casually stroked Tong Zhao's fluffy, soft hair, thinking to himself: No one dislikes a well-behaved child.
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