Chapter 287: The Han family wants to marry a daughter-in-law, but they have to listen to other people's opinions?
After being yelled at by Mr. Duan, Mother Han showed a look of surprise on her face.
"Grandpa, you haven't heard me play the piano yet, right? The atmosphere is so good tonight, let me play for you." Duan Yanfei had already walked to the piano, let go of Mother Han's arm, and said with undisguised pride: "I learned to play the piano when I was studying abroad, it's time for you to listen."
Mother Han walked over and stood by to watch. She lifted the piano cover from the dusty paper, her eyes filled with surprise.
Such a grand, luxurious and high-end musical instrument can only come from the Duan family!
Duan Suili glanced to the side and took a look at his niece sitting on the piano stool. After this glance, he withdrew his attention in disappointment.
When his niece went abroad to study, she went to a school recommended by him. However, he didn't know whether the IQ level of girls in the Duan family was generally not high, but the three nieces in the family who were sent abroad to study did not achieve anything.
Even the most common piano skill abroad is so unfamiliar.
"Uncle! You bought a piano, so you must have music scores, right?" Duan Yanfei sat on the piano stool and suddenly realized that the music scores were still missing. He turned to look at the men sitting in the living room.
Duan Suili just glanced at his niece, pursed his lips, and tried to suppress his sarcasm, "There are no outsiders at home tonight, we are all family, you just need to play a simple song."
Turning back, Duan Suili took a sip of tea and looked at Han Tingzhang: "Why didn't Suijing come? Is he working overtime too?"
"Didn't you say that the headquarters is working overtime tonight? I guess Suijing is also working overtime." Han Tingzhang glanced at Duan Suili's face, and seemed to say it lightly, but in fact it was meaningful, as if to tell Duan Suili, I know that you two uncle and nephew are up to no good.
Duan Suili just glanced at the other person, and finally mentioned Han Suijing's marriage.
"By the way, President Han and his wife came all the way here to hold Sui Jing's wedding, right?"
Han Tingzhang shook his head lightly and glanced at his old father. "The two parties are still discussing. Of course, I support Sui Jing's marriage, but my parents think that my sister-in-law's family background is too low and she is not worthy of my brother..."
Being stared at by Duan Suili in a daze, Han Tingzhang felt a little embarrassed to continue speaking.
Just at this moment, pleasant piano music slowly rang out, echoing throughout the living room.
Dean Han raised his head in anticipation, his eyes full of admiration. Only a family like the Duan family could cultivate such a talented and beautiful lady.
The Han family has made great contributions for generations, so they definitely cannot marry into a peasant family!
Han Tingzhang observed the calm expression on Duan Suili's face and pleaded, "The reason why I came here with my parents tonight is that I wanted to borrow your prestige to help persuade Suijing and Ziru not to waste time like this. It's not good for the children either."
"How to persuade? The Han family has its own set of standards for selecting a daughter-in-law, right?" Duan Suili said as he slightly side-glanced at his old father, but the old man didn't seem to want to chat at all, and his eyes were fixed on the TV.
Duan Suili cleared his throat and said loudly, "Dad! Did you hear what Tingzhang said?"
"What did he say?" The old man pretended to be confused.
Just as Han Tingzhang was telling his plan, he was interrupted by Dean Han before he could finish his words, "Han Tingzhang, don't be like your brother, who doesn't know the seriousness of the matter."
"Dad, I know you have a lot to say. Since we are here as a family tonight to bother Da Duan, why don't we listen to what Mr. Duan and his son think about this matter?"
Old Duan twitched his lips and said unhappily, "You Han family are marrying a daughter-in-law, but you have to listen to other people's opinions?"
"If this matter is left to our Duan family, it is just a matter of asking the gentleman to choose a date."
"Haha, it's still humane of Mr. Duan to make a decision," Han Tingzhang laughed out loud, comforting his father, "Dad, listen, Mr. Duan's suggestion is to pick a good day immediately and let Suijing get married."
Dean Han wanted to slap his eldest son twice, and said calmly: "If Han Suijing insists on marrying me, I don't plan to go back home, so just wait and see."
Duan Suili listened quietly until he heard his niece's stuttering piano music, which was really torturous to the ears.
"Duan Yanfei, you should practice this piece until you are familiar with it before playing it. Stop!"
Duan Yanfei blushed when he was scolded by his uncle in public, but he didn't dare to disobey. He slowly stood up, closed the piano cover, and said shyly, "How can I play well if you don't give me the music sheet?"
"It's already very good. It's just that my uncle is too strict about cigarettes." Mother Han complimented as she returned to the living room and sat down.
"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, madam!" Duan Suili showed a faint smile on his handsome face.
The dinner that night was extremely sumptuous.
After dinner, President Han and his wife went back to the hotel early to rest, saying they were tired from the long journey.
Duan Suili politely sent the guests to the car, turned around and returned to the living room. He heard a burst of applause from the TV. He walked slowly to his father's side and glanced at the TV screen. "What program are you watching?"
"It seems that the military art troupe went to various military units to perform art performances, and now it is being broadcast on TV." Mr. Duan sipped his tea leisurely and glanced at his son. "Have all three of the Han family left?"
"If you don't leave, are you going to tidy up the floor for them?" Duan Suili sneered unhappily.
"Han Suijing doesn't have that kind of luck! His luck is too shallow. He can't even grab a good wife when he meets one. It's such a pity for him." Old Duan leaned back on the sofa with a look of regret.
Duan Suili sat down next to his father. "Why do you feel sorry for them? The Han family doesn't like Ziru, that's because they have no taste. By the way, the plastic bottles I ordered from Suzhou River Factory last time have also arrived. I'll ask Ziru to come over tomorrow to show me how to rinse the nose."
"Why wait until tomorrow? Just go pick them up tonight." There was excitement in Old Duan's eyes.
"It's a bit late today, it's already past 8 o'clock. Now that President Han is here, she will definitely have a hard time. Let's wait until tomorrow." Duan Suili lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth. It was a rare opportunity for him to sit with his old father and watch TV like this.
As we chatted, Duan Suili suddenly stood up from the sofa and pointed at the TV screen. "Isn't this the same art performance that Duan Yan was asking me to buy him a piano for last time?"
"I just said that it was the art performance of the army art troupe going to the various troops below, and you were absent-minded." Old Duan glanced at his son unhappily, and when he turned his eyes, he saw the art performance program of the Ninth Division.
"Look! Isn't that Baoer?"
"Well, it's that little guy. His mother dressed him up quite beautifully..." Duan Suili hadn't finished his words when he saw Wang Ziru, who was dressed even more intellectually beautiful, sitting next to an organ, accompanying the children.
When the organ sounded on TV, Duan Suili couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise.
“Although the organ was not very good, she played it very skillfully.”
Duan Laoman was full of pride. "It's definitely better than your eldest niece's. When she comes home tomorrow, ask her to play a song for you. She might play it better than you."
"After all, I haven't studied the piano in depth, so don't criticize me. If you want to criticize someone, go criticize your eldest grandson." Duan Suili leaned against the sofa with his collar loose, immersed in the joy of daily bickering with his old father.
"The most amazing thing is that the two programs in this Ninth Division's cultural performance, the songs and lyrics were all completed independently by Comrade Ziru. Listen to them, aren't the songs beautiful? When she plays them on the piano tomorrow, you won't be able to help but applaud her."
Duan Suili laughed unabashedly: "Dad, you might as well ask Master Liu to tell your fortune and see if your eldest grandson has this blessing."
"Duan Yanzhi is useless! The Han family is in such a mess, but he doesn't know how to do anything."
"He's in a difficult situation too. After all, he and Sui Jing have been good friends for many years. How can he stab him in the back at this moment?"
"Hmph, let me, as someone who's been through this, tell you, when it comes to love between men and women, you'll never get it by just waiting, unless you fight and compete for it! This is pretty much the same principle as doing business. For example, if there's a business in front of you, if you don't fight and compete for it, how can it still be yours?" Old Duan was getting anxious for his eldest grandson.
Duan Suili glanced at the performance on the TV screen.
The determination in his eyes slowly turned into a smile.
When President Han and his wife returned to the Queen's Hotel, Han Suijing and Baoer had been waiting for them in the lobby for a long time.
"Baoer! I'm your uncle." As soon as Han Tingzhang got off the car, he saw the little boy standing obediently with his father, as if waiting for them to return to the hotel.
Baoer had already learned from his father that his grandparents and uncle had come to Kunming to see him.
He also recognized Han Tingzhang's gentle smile and shouted childishly, "Uncle, why did you come just now? My father and I have been waiting for a long time."
Han Tingzhang walked past his parents and strode into the hotel lobby. He walked up to his younger brother, picked up the little guy, and held him high above his head, making Baoer laugh.
"Do you miss your uncle?"
"Yes, uncle, do you miss me?"
Han Tingzhang kissed his nephew lovingly, smiling, "Uncle just missed our Baoer so much that he flew all the way from Shangjing to see you. Come, let uncle introduce you to someone."
Dean Han and his wife looked from Baoer's face to her body, and scanned her from head to toe several times.
"This is grandpa. The one next to him is your father and uncle's mother. You should call her grandma." Han Tingzhang didn't chuckle until he finished speaking. His laughter was deep and powerful. "Baoer, call her."
The smile on Baoer's face froze.
The young man vaguely felt that the strange man and woman opposite him did not seem to like him as much as his uncle.
Han Suijing was a little embarrassed. He stepped forward and patted Baoer's little hand, "Call me grandpa and grandma."
Dean Han and his wife across the street were still waiting for their grandson to call them, but after waiting for a long time, they didn't hear the child calling anyone.
Dean Han looked unhappy and asked, "Did the child's mother teach him not to call us?"
"Dad, you misunderstood! Baoer can get along well with Mr. Duan when he goes to the Duan family. Maybe he thinks you are a bit serious! You also know that he has been living in the countryside and was often bullied, so he has a timid personality." Han Suijing explained.
"Isn't this because he is timid? The child is still so young, and if the mother doesn't teach him well, how can he be worthy of the Han family, a meritorious family, when he grows up?" Han's mother frowned fiercely on the spot.
Han Tingzhang's eyes sank slightly, "Dad, Mom, please be careful when you speak in front of the children. Don't let outsiders think that our Han family has no sense of propriety in our actions and behavior."
"Wa~Wa~Wa~Wa~" For some reason, the little guy suddenly burst into tears as if he was very aggrieved.