Chapter 108

Chapter 108 - 108 105 Skip Dating Go Straight to Proposal (Two Chapter 108: 105: Skip Dating, Go Straight to Proposal (Two Chapters Combined_2 Chapter 108: 105: Skip Dating, Go Straight to Proposal (Two Chapters Combined_2 Okay, let’s not talk about it then. Ning Song typed into the game without any curse words: “You pack of ungrateful wolves in sheep’s clothing, just hurry up and ride off into the sunset.”

Su Beihe: “...”

Ning Song’s family is in venture capital, and they immigrated when he was very young. He hasn’t spent many years in the country, his command of the imperial language is very poor, especially idioms, but he loves to talk despite being bad at it.

However, when it comes to swearing in the imperial language, he’s surprisingly fluent.

Su Beihe comes from a family with strict discipline and doesn’t like Ning Song swearing.

Xie Shang came over.

Ning Song kicked Su Beihe’s pant leg: “Your nephew is here.” He had met Xie Shang before but wasn’t very familiar with him.

Su Beihe didn’t look up: “Mhm.”

The three of them were each busy with their own things.

Su Beihe was busy with bank affairs, Ning Song was busy fighting with people in the game, and Xie Shang was waiting for a message from Wen Changling.

[Still watching the dragon boat races?]

It was sent ten minutes ago, and Wen Changling hadn’t replied yet.

Su Nanzhi had an activity and wouldn’t come over until lunch was over.

Xie Shang was copying books on the second floor.

Madam Zhai Wenjin liked reading but didn’t like reading electronically. The print in books was too small, and Madam Zhai was farsighted, which made her eyes uncomfortable.

Xie Shang would copy books for her when he had free time.

His handwriting was excellent, almost indistinguishable from a printout.

Su Nanzhi came over with a cup of coffee and sat down: “Madam Zhai has been bragging about your girlfriend.” She lay back lazily in her chair, graceful as a Persian cat, “Didn’t you say you’d wrap things up soon? Why did you tell Madam Zhai then?”

Xie Shang paused in his writing.

From his reaction, Su Nanzhi knew: “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

Xie Shang didn’t hide it: “Yeah.”

He set his pen on the pen rest beside him, taking a break.

“It’s within my expectations,” said Su Nanzhi, who had switched to a beautiful manicure that matched her dress. Her tone was relaxed, maintaining a wait-and-see attitude towards Xie Shang’s romantic endeavors, “You’re my son, how could I not know you? If you hadn’t developed feelings for her, do you think you could have appeared so affectionate? What year was it, I remember a girl bumped into you, and I still recall the look of discomfort on your face.”

Su Nanzhi had questioned herself in the past if it was because she had instilled too many views on respecting women and not offending them into Xie Shang that as an adult, his social distance with the opposite sex seemed to be welded in place.

Su Nanzhi had a question: “When did you and Miss Wen start to make physical contact?”

“Quite early on.”

It started at Lileitu, when he asked her to dance.

When he fell in love with Wen Changling, this question crossed Xie Shang’s mind countless times after he lit the Daydream Fragrance, but he could not find an answer as his memories of Wen Changling had always been vivid from the start.

Su Nanzhi figured it out, realizing earlier than the person involved that Xie Shang was adept in many things but not as savvy when it came to love.

However, some falls were for Xie Shang to take himself—it was through pain that one learned a lesson, that one understood.

This had always been Su Nanzhi’s principle of laissez-faire parenting.

Xie Shang had just picked up the pen again when his phone rang, causing him to set the pen back down.

Wen Changling: [Finished at 11:30, eating now.]

He had waited over an hour for this message.

A person who hates to wait was becoming better at it.

Dihong Hospital.

Jhiang Youyou had just finished a surgery and her neck was sore. When she tried to stretch, she noticed someone sitting on a chair outside the office.

She approached: “Student Wang, you didn’t go home?”

“Went back, had lunch.”

Guan Sixing stood up and handed a bag to Jhiang Youyou.

Jhiang Youyou initially wanted to refuse, but seeing his eyes bright as gems, she didn’t have the heart to do so and accepted it:

“For me?”

“Yeah.” Guan Sixing knew she had not eaten since her five-hour surgery, “Aren’t you going home?”

“I’m on duty. Patients can’t choose when they get sick.”

Jhiang Youyou was an exceptional doctor.

At least, that’s what Guan Sixing observed during his time in the hospital. He had secretly watched her several times; she was always busy, always on the move. Her demeanor during work was severe. Guan Sixing overheard nurses gossiping about her, but he also saw patients’ relatives clutching her hands with tears streaming down, continuously expressing their gratitude.

Her phone rang again; the department nurse was looking for her.

“I’ll head over now.”

She hung up and told Guan Sixing, “I have to go.”

“Okay.”

After a few steps, she turned around and asked with a smile, “Student Wang, aren’t you supposed to be discharged by now?”

Without waiting for an answer, she left.