Ozawa Nami's expression grew increasingly grim.
Continue to remain silent, treating him as if he were a fly buzzing in your ear.
Shen Junze noticed that Ozawa Nami remained silent.
Her delicate face was framed by a furrowed brow, her fair cheeks flushed slightly by the cold wind, and the tip of her nose also turned red. A feeling of pity inexplicably arose within me.
He stopped teasing her and said seriously.
"I just want you to do one thing for me, it's very simple."
Nami Ozawa unconsciously took a step back and asked warily.
"What's up?"
Her intuition told her that Shen Junze, having such a huge handle on her, wouldn't just let her go without making a big deal out of it.
Shen Junze tossed away his cigarette butt and said with a smile.
"I think you should know what I want most."
"You wouldn't be asking me to plead with Song Lingshan on your behalf, would you?"
Ozawa Nami knew exactly what he wanted most: he wanted a marriage alliance with the Song family to seize their wealth and fortune.
That bastard, after all that, he was waiting for me here.
They have quite an appetite; aren't they afraid of overeating?
Shen Junze nodded in satisfaction, his voice gentle and warm.
"I knew it! Auntie must know. A smart woman like Auntie should know what to do, right?"
Ozawa Nami felt a headache coming on and said helplessly, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I'll tell you, I want Song Lingshan to marry you more than anyone else, but I have no say in the Song family at all."
From the moment she married into the Song family, Song Ruhai never let her get involved in company affairs. He was generous to her, but he was still wary of her.
Shen Junze retorted, "Yes, you just don't know it."
He had visited the Song family several times since returning to China. He didn't know what the relationship between Song Ruhai and Ozawa Nami was like before, but he was sure that Song Ruhai must have deeply loved his young and beautiful wife.
A man's gaze when he looks at the woman he loves cannot lie.
Nami Ozawa didn't refuse again and agreed, "Okay, I'll do my best. Can you give me some time?"
"How long do you want?"
Nami Ozawa asked tentatively.
"Three months?"
Shen Junze chuckled, directly seeing through her thoughts.
"Auntie, are you kidding me? Do you think I don't know that Song Ruhai has terminal cancer? Are you trying to drag this out until he dies?"
"?!?!"
Ozawa Nami's eyes widened in surprise. "No way, how does this kid know everything?"
The fact that Song Ruhai was in the late stages of cancer had been kept secret from the outside world, but unexpectedly, Shen Junze found out anyway.
"Don't be so surprised, I can give you a week."
Nami Ozawa curled the corners of her mouth and said, "Yin Yang Dao."
"You're really generous!"
How could a week be enough?
She couldn't persuade Song Lingshan at all, and Song Ruhai was probably in a difficult position as well. He had already made a scene once because of Song Lingshan's marriage, and now that he was in his final days, he didn't want to interfere in his daughter's future.
There was no other way; even if it was a dead end, she had to find a way to break through it.
If Shen Junze tells Song Ruhai about her and Su Luo's relationship, then she and Su Luo will really be doomed.
She can let herself fall into disgrace, but she can't drag Su Luo down with her.
...
Things went much more smoothly for Su Luo.
I thought my daughter might reject Ozawa Nami, but to my surprise, the two got along unexpectedly well when they first met.
Here she is, her daughter, dressed in her pajamas, nestled on the sofa, curiously clutching the gift box in her arms.
"Dad, what is this that my older sister gave me? The packaging looks a bit like the BJD doll you gave me."
"It should be a regular doll. Let's open it and take a look."
As Su Luo spoke, she handed over the scissors.
If an authentic BJD doll takes more than a month to produce, Ozawa Nami probably won't have time to buy an authentic one.
Su Jiani took the scissors, cut the pink butterfly knife strap on top, and tore open the packaging paper.
Then, she carefully opened the lid and screamed with excitement.
"ah!!!"
This is the second time this month that Su Luo has heard Su Jiani scream; the last time was because of the pigeon blood ruby.
Looking up, I saw that the box really contained a BJD doll, also a boy, and it looked more exquisite than the one I had given him.
Moreover, it's a complete set. The doll is dressed in Hanfu, mainly in black and red, with gold trim on the cuffs. It has a white wig that's held up with a hairpin, and the makeup on its face is also very beautiful. It's obvious that it was done by a professional doll makeup artist.
While it is indeed very beautiful, there's no need to get this excited.
Question in confusion.
"Do you really like it that much?"
Su Jiani carefully stroked the doll's cheek with her fingertips, her eyes filled with fascination.
"I love it, I love it so much. You don't understand the doll community, you don't know how important this doll is."
This child isn't something you can buy in an ordinary store; she's never seen one like it before. It must be custom-made, and she has no idea how much it's worth.
After all, the custom BJD doll that Chen gave to Bingbing was worth 2 million yuan. Even though she thought it was ugly, she still spent that much money.
Su Luo was a little confused: "No, it's not that heavy. You can carry it, right?"
Su Jianni rolled her eyes. "It's not weight, it's... oh well, you probably wouldn't understand even if I told you."
Su Luo said awkwardly, "Okay."
He really didn't understand why a doll was so expensive. It was pretty, but he felt it was a bit flashy and impractical.
Changing the subject, "By the way, Nini, what do you think of Nami-nee?"
Upon hearing this, Su Jianni stiffened, then smiled and said...
"Yes, yes, that's great! You two are a perfect match, I agree to this marriage!"
Su Luo exclaimed in surprise, "Really?"
Su Jiani nodded. "Really."
"Then we..."
What else did Su Luo want to say?
Su Jiani, already holding the doll, quickly turned and headed towards the bedroom.
Looking at Su Jiani's thin and frail figure, Su Luo felt that something was not quite right.
Although she verbally agreed, she still didn't want another person to suddenly join her family.
Although Nami is gentle and considerate, she would be a suitable wife and stepmother.
But there's no turning back now; things have already come to this point, and there's no way to end it.
We can only let Su Jiani adapt gradually.
...
on Monday.
Su Luo sat in the live broadcast room as usual and broadcast live.
The broadcast was going well when suddenly a new viewer named Xiaobaihe who had just entered the live stream gifted a sports car.
Su Luo thanked him repeatedly.
Sayuri:
[What gift should I give as a song request?]
Su Luo smiled and said, "Three sports cars."
When he first started live streaming, all he needed to do was send a few roses to request a song, and now he has over 300,000 followers.
As viewership in the live stream increased, the price of requesting songs naturally rose as well.
Sayuri:
[One song, three sports cars?]
Su Luo nodded: "Mhm."
Sayuri:
Then you'd better keep your word!
"Of course."
Su Luo has never been questioned like this before, perhaps because no one has ever requested so many songs at once.
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