Chapter 286: A Lucky Thing

In front of the road, Song Tang, who was squatting on top of the tractor path, hadn't come up with an accurate answer yet. When he turned around, he saw two people getting out of the car at some point, standing under the shade of a tree and looking at the vast farmland.

"It looks like they have reconciled privately." Song Jian looked down at the pile of foxtail grass in front of him, and then felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry. The leader had finally gotten what he had been waiting for for so many years.

He was also happy for both of them and quickly got up and walked back.

"Leader! Should we go back to the hotel? They may have already had lunch."

Looking sideways at the guard approaching, Han Suijing opened his mouth and then sighed, "If you're hungry, just say it directly. What do you want to do by beating around the bush?"

The next moment, he turned his head, his eyes fixed on the little woman beside him. Her expression was relaxed and her cheeks were like a bright white flower.

"What do you want to eat for lunch? There are several state-owned restaurants in Queensland that serve pretty good food."

"I really want to have a good meal," the woman beside him smiled warmly and amiably, looking at the smiling face of the guard walking towards them, "Song Yan, let Han Suijing treat us at noon today. You have worked hard to help take care of Baoer during this period."

They seemed to be reconciled but not reconciled, yet their intimacy was not concealed.

Suddenly being treated so well by his sister-in-law, Song Yan happily revealed his thoughts, "Sister-in-law! Then let's go to the state-owned hotel in Guandu District. The dishes cooked by the chef there are delicious."

Looking at the young guard, Wang Ziru smiled with a hint of fatigue, "After dinner, take me to the kindergarten first. I want to go to school with Baoer."

"Yeah." Han Suijing's eyes were filled with endless tenderness and understanding.

She felt sorry for the child and didn't want to see the child being scolded by his grandparents from a distance.

The three of them got back into the car and went straight to the state-owned hotel in Guandu District for dinner.

This hotel is quite large, and there are several state-owned enterprises around it, so it has many customers. When they arrive at the hotel, they order all the dishes ordered by Song Yan.

The three of them enjoyed this late lunch leisurely. During the meal, Han Suijing naturally served soup to Wang Ziru, added rice to her glass, and reminded her to eat enough.

He didn't know that Dean Han and others would visit Duan Suili's home in the evening. "Whatever you want to eat tonight, take Baoer to eat. I may have to accompany my elder brother tonight and chat about work."

"Um."

Seeing how harmonious the two of them were, Song Jian could not hide his joy on his face. It seemed that he would strike a blow against Li Junfeng after returning. The commander would not be able to remove the label of "old bachelor" from him.

Previously, Li Junfeng had made a private bet with him, using one dollar as a bet, and he bet that the commander would win the young wife.

Song Jian immediately felt refreshed, and when he returned home in the afternoon, he asked Li Junfeng to give him the money he won from the bet.

An hour later, Wang Ziru got off the bus at the kindergarten gate.

Han Suijing took a bus directly back to the unit to work. After returning to the unit, he first sorted out his emotions in his office, and then went to the headquarters.

Commander Duan was on the phone. It was his grandfather calling him.

The old man told his eldest grandson that Duan Yanfei would take Dean Han and his wife to Duan's house in the evening, and asked him if he had time to go back for dinner that night. Then he muttered, "I heard that Dean Han just arrived in Kunming today. How could he be in the mood to visit Duan's house so soon?"

"If guests want to come, you should receive them. Isn't your uncle going back to Kun City this afternoon?"

Commander Duan raised his head and looked at the figure coming in from outside. He said in a lazy tone: "You guys eat by yourselves tonight. I don't have time."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at his subordinates who were walking steadily, stood up and walked out from behind the desk, "How did the talk go?"

Han Suijing glanced at his boss with a complicated look and was about to speak when the voice of a security guard came from the door.

"Commander, someone from the Art Troupe has informed us that the TV station has edited all the performances of the art troupe that were given by several military units some time ago and will broadcast them tonight at 8 o'clock. We are asked to pay attention to the military programs."

Both people in the office had surprise in their eyes, and then sat down in tacit understanding.

"I've heard that when the art troupe went to the Ninth Division for a performance last time, Bao'er's mother wrote both the songs and the lyrics for the two programs she rehearsed for the troops?" Somehow, Commander Duan smelled a hint of his young wife's impending success.

Han Suijing was shocked and felt his heart beating a little irregularly.

He had seen Wang Ziru play the piano with his own eyes. That level of proficiency and playing skills would be difficult to achieve without profound effort.

If she becomes famous because of this, it would be a blessing.

"I don't know the details, I just heard Baoer say that his mother is very good at playing the piano." Han Suijing's cold eyes revealed a hint of warmth.

Commander Duan sat on the sofa, his long legs stretched out casually, an unlit cigarette clenched between his slender fingers, his posture lazy and grim.

As the sound of the lighter rang out, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Have you seen her play the piano?"

"Yes."

"How did your talk go at noon? Any results?" He leaned lazily against the back of the chair, his long legs crossed, staring at the changes on Han Suijing's face without blinking.

Han Suijing lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke in a clear but slightly hoarse voice:

"We decided not to get married. We will raise the child together as we had agreed before and not discuss other things. After all, my father has high blood pressure and heart disease, and I can't bear to upset them because of my affairs."

Commander Duan, who was sitting on the chair across from me, narrowed his eyes, looking at me with a hint of interest. He looked at me for a long time before he smiled: "This doesn't seem like a choice you would make on your own initiative. You must be hiding something from me."

I had heard from Song Jian before that Han Suijing was talking to Wang Ziru halfway up the mountain that day, and he looked like he was threatening to die, which scared the other person.

Today's situation was a little beyond his expectations.

Commander Duan held his face with one hand and looked at his subordinates, "Then what? How is the woman going to make a living with the child?"

"Not yet!" Han Suijing sighed, his eyes dodging, "She should have to wait until Baoer finishes this semester, then she will have a clearer plan."

"Where are your parents? They came all the way here to separate you two. Now that you two are finally separated, it's time for them to go back, right?"

"I will let them go back home as soon as possible, otherwise they might come into conflict with Ziru if they stay here." Being stared at closely by his boss's sharp eyes, Han Suijing still felt a little guilty, but he always kept his eyes slightly lowered.

The two chatted about some personal matters, and Han Suijing changed the subject, "Commander, have you found a suitable person in the special operations team?"

"Not yet," the commander wiped his old face, and suddenly he was in high spirits and sat up straight, "How about you go?"

This is exactly what Han Suijing wanted to hear!

If he took the initiative to apply to lead the special forces at this moment, it would definitely arouse the commander's suspicion.

He pretended to be in a dilemma, took a deep breath, and compromised: "If you can't find a suitable candidate, but the work there is about to start, it seems that I have to take over."

"Are you really willing to go?"

"Well, I'll go! After all, no one in the entire Kun City is more familiar with the work of the special operations forces than me." Han Suijing's voice was dull, and it was hard to tell what emotion he had. He just looked like he was cooperating with the commander.

Commander Duan slowly put away his inquiring eyes and said, "Alright! Go ahead. I'm at ease. The names of the people selected by each district have been sent to the headquarters. Take care of your family affairs and go tomorrow! The armorer's job here will be handed over to Peng Xingkuan for the time being."

"Um."

Taking the list back to his office, Han Suijing discovered that Zhai Ximo was also on the list.

He is familiar with the standards and procedures for selecting talents for the special forces. This group of soldiers will have to go to the special forces for entry assessment. It seems that Zhai Ximo's true combat capability can be seen this time.

However, he still had to secretly select a place near the troops and build a house. Otherwise, when the kindergarten was on vacation, his mother and he would not know where to go.

In the evening, Duan Yanfei led President Han and others to visit Duan Suili's home.

In the afternoon, Duan Suili returned to his home in Kunming from a business trip in the south. He learned that there were guests at home that night, and they were Dean Han and his wife. He called his eldest nephew and said, "Han Tingzhang is coming tonight. Why don't you come over for dinner?"

"I don't want to see Han Tingzhang anymore in my life! If he asks, just say I'm working overtime."

"Ha! They can't decide whether to settle the dispute or not, so why do they involve you?" Duan Suili thought that his eldest nephew might be too sensitive because he didn't know what outcome the Han family was talking about.

Duan Yanzhi was at the headquarters, still working. "President Han is even more snobbish than the Duan family. You have to be careful."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Duan Suili pondered over his nephew's words for a moment, listened to the laughter coming from the living room downstairs, and got up and walked out of the study.

In the living room, Han Tingzhang and Old Duan were chatting and laughing. Seeing that the head of the Duan family finally had time to come downstairs, he stood up respectfully and said, "Big Duan! You are busy enough for 365 days a year."

"You are different? Why did you come to Yun Province again?" Duan Suili asked in a very magnetic voice.

Facing those cunning dark eyes, Han Tingzhang quickly suppressed his smile, his lips tightened, just like his upright posture that was always tense: "It's Suijing's wedding. By the way, we've been here for quite some time, why hasn't Duan Yanzhi arrived yet?"

"He's working overtime at the headquarters, so he probably won't be able to come."

"Overtime? Does their headquarters have overtime?" Han Tingzhang seemed to have heard a very funny joke, and he also understood that Duan Yanzhi was unwilling to come and have dinner with them.

Forget it, it’s okay to have a chat with Da Duan. Old Duan is a wicked and arrogant guy, and he actually doesn’t want to face him.

In the living room, Duan Suili sat down and started chatting with President Han and his wife.

As they chatted, President Han asked him when he would return to Dali.

Duan Suili smiled faintly with a proud and noble brow, "I will be busy in Kunming City in the next few days. How come President Han is planning to go to Dali for vacation? Then I will call them and ask them to receive you two."

"Uncle! I'm going upstairs to call my parents."

Duan Yanfei had been waiting impatiently. Seeing that her uncle and President Han had finally talked about going to Dali for vacation, she was filled with excitement and stood up and ran upstairs to make a phone call.

God is really helping me!

A few minutes later, Duan Yanfei came out of the second floor with a frustrated look. When he returned to the living room, he looked depressed. "Uncle, you may not know, but my parents went to Yulong to escape the summer heat two days ago. I don't know when they will return to Dali."

Summer vacation? When does Dali get hot enough to go to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain to escape the heat?

Duan Suili nodded knowingly and forced a smile. "I've been on business trips recently and haven't asked about family matters. I think my brother and his wife are bored staying in Dali. It seems that you two can only stay in Kun City for a few more days and wait for them to come back before going to Dali."

Mother Han was a little disappointed. She had originally hoped that even if she couldn't bring Han Suijing and Duan Yanfei together during this trip to Kunming, she could at least arrange a marriage for her eldest son.

It doesn't look like things are going well at the moment.

Duan Yanfei was extremely unhappy. Why didn't his parents go to escape the summer heat at any other time? Why did they have to go to Yulong at this critical moment?

She also noticed the disappointment on Mother Han's face. She turned around and walked around the living room. Suddenly, she saw a large piano placed in the most conspicuous position in the living room. She smiled and hooked Mother Han's wrist: "Let's go! Let's play the piano. This is a performance-level piano that my uncle just bought from abroad. Let's try out the tone."

"Yanfei is still both talented and beautiful! We have a chance to get together today, why not let us listen to you play the piano." Mother Han said with a friendly smile, patting Duan Yanfei's hand.

Mr. Duan sat there pretending to stare at the TV, watching the TV program, and didn't want to chat with President Han.

Seeing his granddaughter very affectionately hooking up with Dean Han's wife and going to the piano, he subconsciously wanted to stop them. He knew very well that it was a precious gift that his eldest grandson Duan Yanzhi wanted to give to Comrade Ziru!

If Comrade Ziru heard that this piano had been touched by Duan Yanfei, she would definitely not be happy.

"Duan Yanfei, come here and watch TV." Old Duan shouted.

In the living room, the three men who were chatting were all stunned. It was obvious that Mr. Duan didn't want to listen to Duan Yanfei playing the piano.