Chapter 146 The 146th Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 146 The 146th Day of Not Running Away...

When Aunt Wu and Uncle Zhou found out the whole story, they were all stunned.

Nobody dares to believe it.

Grandpa Zhou and his wife sneaked into Grandma Wu's house and listened to Zhao Hongzao and his wife behind them shouting and instructing the people who came to help with the banquet to do their work.

Several people turned back, and Aunt Wu said, "Do you really think that the Song family has such an amazing niece and nephew-in-law? I know about Jingyun Community. My cousin's family bought a house there, and they said they'll be taking possession of it next month. The house is really nice!"

Grandpa Zhou and his wife exchanged a glance. His wife said, "Who knows? But if Song Shiming wasn't certain, he definitely wouldn't be willing to spend money to hire someone to host a banquet. They even invited us. Didn't they say they'd be coming this afternoon? Let's just wait. We won't lose anything!"

That's true. In Beijing, the amount of money given as a gift at a banquet is not high, only a few yuan.

Everyone wanted to see for themselves whether Old Song's successful niece and her husband were really rich.

In the afternoon, Chen Bo and Wen Chan arrived. The car had just stopped at the entrance of the alley when someone went in to report the news.

Song Zhiming and his family quickly came out to greet them.

Song Zhiqiang, dressed in a brown suit that was rather large and clearly didn't fit well, smiled broadly as he shook hands with Chen Bozheng as he got out of the car. "Nephew-in-law, you've finally arrived! Is this your car?"

His eyes swept over the Santana.

Chen Bo was somewhat taken aback by the fact that so many people had squeezed out to watch the commotion, causing the entire alley to be blocked. He exclaimed, "Yes, it's ours, but why are there so many of you?"

Zhao Hongzao observed Wen Chan from the side.

It wasn't that she didn't want to reach out and hold Wen Chan's hand, but Wen Chan was carrying a bag, her face was expressionless, and although her outfit was simple, anyone with eyes could tell at a glance that it was quite expensive, especially the diamond ring on her hand, which was so dazzling that it involuntarily drew people's attention.

"This is my niece, she's so beautiful. You've come at just the right time. The feast is all ready, and everyone is just waiting for you to take your seats."

The banquet?

Both Wen Chan and Chen Bozheng were taken aback.

Chen Bo looked at Song Zhiming and asked, "Mr. Song, what do you mean? Is someone celebrating a wedding today?"

"No, this feast was specially prepared by us to welcome you."

Song Zhiming shouted, "Eight tables of food, it costs more than a thousand yuan in total. It's all good wine and good food. You two have probably eaten all kinds of good food before. Try our food too. The main dishes are just as good as those in restaurants."

As he spoke, he pulled Chen Bozheng towards the inside.

Wen Chan frowned, about to say something, when Chen Bo gave her a reassuring look, meaning he would handle it.

"Here she comes! Oh my, that's Old Song's niece, she's so beautiful!"

When Aunt Wu and the others heard the news, they ran out to see what was happening.

This was amazing; everyone was stunned.

Wen Chan is not short, 1.7 meters tall, with fair skin and a very aloof demeanor. She didn't dress up specially today, wearing an ordinary suit with a silk shirt underneath.

She and Chen Bo are walking together; they are truly a perfect couple.

The Song family wasn't well-liked in the compound. They were all arrogant and snobbish, and most people disliked them.

Seeing Wen Chan and his wife, one couldn't bring oneself to feel any ill will.

"Sit down, sit down, you're all seated at the head of the table today," Song Shiming said, then called for the dishes to be served.

Chen Bo looked around at the many elders and said, "We are the younger generation, these two seats should not be taken by us, but by the elders."

He and Wen Chan didn't want to be too high-profile, and they were too embarrassed to put on airs.

But Zhao Hongzao insisted that they sit there without giving them a chance to explain, saying, "This feast is for you today. Everyone else is just here to eat for free. Please sit down, please don't be shy."

Wen Chan was shocked when she heard this.

Wen Chan didn't consider herself to be a smooth talker or a social butterfly. She was good at interpersonal skills abroad, but she only had a superficial understanding of social etiquette in China. However, she at least knew that she shouldn't say such things.

Zhao Hongzao actually said it in front of so many people.

She glanced at Song Shiming and his son Song Ke, who were both smiling and clearly thought the same thing.

Wen Chan thought to herself, "Birds of a feather flock together."

The chairman and the people at the surrounding tables all looked rather displeased upon hearing Zhao Hongzao's words.

Wen Chan noticed a man whose face was flushed red; he was clearly very angry.

Who wouldn't be angry after hearing that?

"Auntie, isn't it inappropriate for you to say that?"

Wen Chan couldn't help but speak up.

Zhao Hongzao paused for a moment, then patted Wen Chan's shoulder with a smile, "You've got the wrong name. I'm your aunt, why are you calling me 'Auntie'? You silly child."

Wen Chan avoided her hand and said calmly, "I don't have an uncle, so naturally I don't have an aunt."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone around her to hear clearly.

The expressions on Song Shiming and his son's faces immediately turned ugly.

Song Shiming forced a smile, "Niece, are you upset that your uncle didn't contact you before? No, it's not me. I was just too busy with work, a lot of things at the factory, and your cousin also had to go to school. I just forgot about you all. Come on, let me have a drink to make amends."

He picked up a bottle of Wuliangye and was about to fill it up for himself.

Chen Bo pressed down his hand and looked at him. "Mr. Song, there's no need to be so polite. Actually, we're not here today to reunite as relatives, but to clear things up. However, it seems there are some misunderstandings between you."

Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan's attitudes made Song Shiming's family feel that something was wrong.

Aunt Wu and the others whispered among themselves.

Aunt Wu said in a low voice, "This doesn't seem like a family reunion; it seems more like a severing of ties."

"I saw that the young couple looked completely confused when they got out of the car. I guess the Song family made their own decisions today!" Grandpa Zhu whispered, gossiping.

Although the people were not rich and most of them were just trying to make a living, they were still decades old and didn't want to die.

Anyone could see that the niece and her husband, whom Song Shiming's family boasted about, were not close to them at all.

"Alright, alright, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, Xiao Chan. It was your uncle and aunt who were wrong before. The dishes are about to be served, please sit down quickly. All these dishes are delicious today. One of them, taro with braised pork, was your mother's favorite dish. Your uncle still remembers it."

Song Shiming had overheard the neighbors' gossip, and his heart skipped a beat, but he tried to appear even more nonchalant.

The kitchen helpers who were preparing the banquet had already brought out the dishes, and the first dish was taro with braised pork belly.

Wen Chan glanced at him, then looked at Chen Bozheng.

Chen Bozheng said, "Don't mention inviting us today. Just consider it an early New Year celebration for everyone. I'll cover the cost of the banquet later."

He pulled Wen Chan to sit down and invited the others to eat.

People couldn't help but feel a bit of goodwill towards him; no wonder he's a big boss, he knows how to handle people.

The Song family naturally couldn't have asked for this.

Wen Chan didn't say anything, and continued eating and drinking as usual.

Halfway through the meal, Zhao Hongzao gave Song Shiming a wink, and the couple made an excuse to slip away from the table and go back inside to talk.

"Why go back inside? There's going to be a big shrimp dish later, and it's not cheap."

Song Shiming picked his teeth, crossed his legs, and spoke with a hint of alcohol in his voice.

Zhao Hongzao glared at him. "Are you stupid? Do you really think this meal is just for eating? Didn't we agree this morning that we'd use the large group to make a request to your niece? Either give us money, or get our son a job at her company. We'll give her four or five thousand a month, and we won't ask for more."

Song Shiming had almost forgotten about it.

He was so smug that even though no one praised him at the banquet, Song Shiming was still intoxicated with himself. The thought of having such a capable relative made him so proud that he almost lost his bearings.

He slapped his thigh: "You're right, how could I have almost forgotten!"

Zhao Hongzao said, "What else can you remember? Look at you, if I hadn't stopped you just now, you would be drunk by now. Hurry up and wash your face. Take advantage of the fact that there are so many people around. Aren't your niece and her husband both CEOs? Rich people like them care about their reputation. If we bring it up in front of so many people, how can they refuse?"

Song Shiming and his wife were calculating their options meticulously.

When Wen Chan was outside, she didn't say much to Song Shiming and his wife, but she could chat with other people. Actually, it wasn't anything special; it was just that some aunties and grandmas served her food.

Seeing that she wasn't eating much, I was afraid she was just being shy.

Wen Chan declined several times, but finally gave all the food to Chen Bozheng and asked him to finish it for her, saying, "I've never had a big appetite, I can't eat much."

"No wonder, you're so thin, we thought you were a dancer." Aunt Lin looked at Wen Chan with a hint of fondness in her eyes: "If my daughter were as pretty as you, I wouldn't worry about her at all, she'd find it much easier to get a job than others."

Wen Chan smiled politely.

She knew that Song Shiming and his wife had returned when she heard footsteps.

Sure enough, the couple returned and sat down not long after.

Song Shiming picked up his wine glass and said, "Niece, come, let your uncle toast you today. I haven't been able to take care of you in the past, so please don't take it to heart."

As Zhao Hongzao spoke, she smiled and poured her a drink, "Yes, we're all family. After drinking this glass of wine, let bygones be bygones."

Wen Chan remained calm, watching her pour the wine, and watching Song Shiming pull his son up to stand up as well.

She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Chen Bozheng said, "Mr. Song, Wen Chan can't drink alcohol, so there's no need for that. As for the past, let's not talk about that today."

He wanted to save face for the other party.

But Song Shiming had no sense of propriety and stubbornly retorted, "What? I'm her uncle. Is it a disservice for her to have a drink with me? You two may be making a lot of money and are both very capable, but you can't forget that I'm your uncle. For us Chinese, filial piety is the most important thing!"

Zhao Hongzao said, "Oh, what nonsense are you talking about? My niece and nephew-in-law are not like that at all. I think the two kids are very good. If Song Ke needs anything in the future, they will definitely be willing to help him, right?"