Shanghai Jiao Tong University's future entrustment app: I will take my motherland flying.

Chapter 176 A Request from 35 Years Later

As she spoke, Guo Qing opened the box, took out the small cake, and personally handed it to Song Hemian's lips.

"Brother Song, why don't you give it a try?"

The little cake emitted a sweet aroma, almost touching Song Heming's lips, and many people around were secretly glancing in their direction.

Some people even egged him on, saying, "He Mian, don't refuse Guo Qing's kindness."

Song Heming's face darkened. He took two steps back to avoid the small cake, and then said to Guo Qing with a stern face, "Miss Guo, I don't like cake."

“I know how you feel, but I don’t plan to remarry or have a relationship, so don’t waste your time on me.”

In this respect, Song Hemian clearly revealed Guo Qing's thoughts and directly stated his own attitude.

"I hope Ms. Guo will refrain from doing anything that could lead to misunderstandings."

After saying that, Song Hemian went to the side and started talking to a foreman who was painting the walls.

Guo Qing watched Song Heming's departing figure, then looked at the small cake in her hand, her eyes reddened, and she ran away.

When everyone was having lunch, a familiar relative asked, "He Mian, when Xiao Qing left, her eyes were red, and I thought she had cried. Don't you feel sorry for her?"

Song Heming ate his meal without looking up, saying, "It has nothing to do with me, why should I feel sorry for you?"

"No, you really don't plan to remarry? You're still young, and your child is grown up. I think this Xiao Qing is nice; she's pretty and doesn't have any children."

"I have no plans," Song Hemian said calmly.

"Wait, you're not still thinking about taking Jiang Rou, are you?"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at Song Heming. Song Heming paused in his eating, as if he had remembered something. A flicker of emotion crossed his eyes, but because he was looking down, no one could see what was in them.

"No way, no way, Hemian, that Jiang Rou is a gold digger. She practically abandoned her husband and children back then. Over the years, she hasn't paid any child support or even come back to see the children. You still care about her? It's not worth it."

"Yes, they might have already forgotten about you and the child. But the Song family is doing well now. If Jiang Rou sees this, she might come back. She's just a gold digger and a fickle woman."

Those around her echoed her sentiments. Song Heming looked up, frowned, and said, "She is the child's mother. You shouldn't say things like that."

Everyone: Fine, we won't say it then.

However, they finally understood. Although Song Hemian didn't say it outright, it was obvious that he still had feelings for Jiang Rou. He was truly devoted, but to do this for a woman who had betrayed him was really foolish.
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At this moment, Song Zhining was reviewing the details of the new commission.

[Date of commission: June 12, 2054]

Client: Yuan Tinglan

[Request Content: March 3, 2019, was the day my husband and I made a momentous decision, a day that would change the fate of our family of three. I beg you, no matter what, you must persuade us to stop sponsoring the education of those devils in Pear Blossom Village...]

After briefly reviewing the assigned task, Song Zhining frowned slightly.

Surprisingly, it was to stop the couple from sponsoring someone's education.

They even used the word "demon" to describe it.

Sponsoring someone's education... not everyone is grateful for such kindness.

Sometimes, it's a case of gratitude for a small favor being met with resentment for a large one.

Without much hesitation, Song Zhining accepted the commission.

She then returned to her room, locked the door, and wanted to see what this request from 35 years ago was all about. As Song Zhi Ning lay down, she began to immerse herself in the experience, her soul traveling to another time and space.

When she came to her senses, she realized that she was on the road. She couldn't see the surrounding scenery and people very clearly, but she recognized the elderly woman with a full head of white hair who was coming out of the cake shop.

Yuan Tinglan, or more precisely, Yuan Tinglan in 2054, at the age of 70.

Yuan Tinglan left with a cake in her hand. At that moment, the owners of the cake shop, a middle-aged couple, came out and watched Yuan Tinglan's retreating figure.

"This is Professor Yuan's 34th cake from our store, right?"

"Yes, that was the first time I saw her when I was just a little kid."

"Professor Yuan is so pitiful. If only none of this had happened..."

As Song Zhining listened to their discussion, her gaze fell upon them. She had only glanced at them casually, but she seemed to notice something, and her brows furrowed slightly.

She noticed that the wife in the middle-aged couple's body seemed somewhat unreal, as if it were a hallucination, as if it could be dispelled at any moment. Yet, everything about her felt so real; she could talk and laugh, just like a normal person.

It was obvious, but the middle-aged man, her husband, seemed to have been completely oblivious.

I continued to talk to her as usual...

Song Zhi Ning's gaze fell again on Yuan Ting Lan's staggering, lonely figure as she walked away into the distance.

A soft sigh escaped from the middle-aged man in the cake shop beside me, "Because of Professor Yuan, we've been able to stay together all this time..."

Everything—light and shadow, time itself—is rapidly reversing.

In a daze, when Song Zhi Ning came back to her senses, she found herself in a different place.

It was no longer on the street, but in the hospital.

Just then, a young man, holding the hand of a female doctor, walked step by step down the corridor not far away.

Perhaps the website owner has a keen sense of the client's feelings.

At a glance, she recognized the female doctor as Yuan Tinglan, a young and vibrant woman.

The young, handsome man beside her must be her husband.

At this moment, Yuan Tinglan was no longer the 70-year-old with a full head of white hair. Her hair was jet black, and as she spoke with her husband, her face was filled with a happy smile.

"Didn't I tell you? You've been quite busy lately, so you don't need to come over."

“Besides, I’m in the hospital, so it’s very convenient for me to have prenatal checkups. I can go anytime,” Yuan Tinglan said, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness.

Liang Chen said, "How can that be the same? I am your husband and the father of your child. How can I not come to your prenatal check-up? No matter how close or how busy I am, I have to come. I can always squeeze in some time."

Yuan Tinglan's happy smile widened even more. "Alright then."

"By the way, even when you go out to socialize and solicit investments lately, you should pay attention to your three meals a day. Remember to eat something and don't drink alcohol on an empty stomach, otherwise it will be bad for your stomach," Yuan Tinglan reminded her.

"Don't worry, I remember," Liang Chen assured him.

In fact, Liang Chen has been feeling some stomach discomfort from time to time lately.

He thought he might have gastritis, but he didn't tell Yuan Tinglan, afraid that she, who was pregnant, would worry.

Let's wait and see. Once this busy period is over, once we attract more investment, and once the company goes public, things will be easier. Then we can get some checkups, treatment if needed, and also have a good rest.