Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

What's it like to have your own father show up on a date?

Song Junying said that the scene was hard to describe in words, and the aftershocks were very long.

Song Zhiming read the note and couldn't wait until his daughter went to school on Monday before he could sit still.

He ignored his classmate's invitation to have a drink and rushed to the place where Emperor Qianlong had the chance encounter with Xia Yuhe.

Daming Lake had not yet been expanded in 1999. Next to Beijige, there was a narrow path leading to a small island in the middle of the lake.

Song Junying met his biological father at the end of the path.

At that time, her own daughter, Song Junying, was furious.

Daddy Song Zhiming was also furious.

The father and daughter parted on bad terms, and neither of them could calm down.

In fact, Song Junying did not have any romantic intentions when he asked Tang Yisheng to meet.

The main reason was that it was inconvenient to talk at home. Song Junying had long wanted to come to the lakeside to feel the breeze and relax, and also to have a heart-to-heart talk with Tang Yisheng, as a way of giving her younger brother some advice as an older sister.

It wasn't as despicable as Song Zhiming thought.

But everything is subject to the guidance of external forces.

Especially during the rebellious phase of teenage boys and girls, the more parents worry about what might happen to their children and the more obstacles they create, the more likely they are to attract the teenagers' attention and make them want to break through the obstacles to prove that they have grown up.

Song Junying stormed off in a huff, got on her bicycle, and rode away without looking back.

Song Zhiming couldn't catch up. A beat-up Audi with four wheels is no match for a Giant with two wheels, which can navigate the streets and alleys better.

Song Junying turned sharply into Qushuiting Street. After her emotions calmed down a bit, she suddenly remembered that this place seemed to be the former home of Aunt Yang Jinjuan.

The Confucian Temple was just ahead, but Song Junying inexplicably swerved the handlebars and drove into Yongquan Hutong on the left.

They were trying to stop me from seeing Tang Yisheng.

Thinking so much, and then saying you don't allow early relationships...

In what way do I resemble someone who was in a relationship with Tang Yisheng in their early years?

I'm his older sister!

What kind of father does that? His thinking is really something—

Uh, Song Junying's eyes flickered twice.

Actually, Tang Yisheng's character as a non-blood-related younger brother is quite good.

He's tall and good-looking; many classmates have inquired about him privately.

My father was worried that he might have the same thoughts, which was somewhat understandable. Although it was embarrassing, if outsiders were to speculate, wouldn't he just be the "first come, first served" that those filthy women at the table were talking about?

I do indeed possess uniquely advantageous conditions.

Finally, Dad said that Tang Yisheng should move out and that it should be arranged before the summer vacation.

Song Junying had no doubt about her father's ability to execute orders.

After all, his sudden and rapid turn of events, from no warning to his divorce from his mother, was quite abrupt and swift.

Song Junying had visited Yongquan Hutong several times. Before Aunt Yang moved to the Qianggen Street family compound, she had met Tang Yisheng, who shared a similar plight.

If Tang Yisheng moves out of the family compound, this is the only place he can go.

In contrast, Tang Yisheng lacked the support of a strong and independent mother, and his father had immigrated abroad long ago, completely abandoning him.

In comparison, Tang Yisheng was more pitiful than himself.

Song Junying got off the bike, looked around the alley, and then picked up the bicycle and stepped onto the steps to enter the courtyard.

Before we had even finished walking along the bluestone path, we heard Tang Yisheng's voice.

"...This area will be carved into floor-to-ceiling windows, with double-glazed windows...yes, like the kind in shopping malls..."

"The outdoor unit needs to be mounted on the back east wall. People still live in the north room, and it wouldn't be good if the air conditioner was too noisy..."

The conversation between the two was in progress. Tang Yisheng was arranging the plan, and someone on the other side was echoing him; it sounded like a woman's voice.

Song Junying pushed her cart from the bluestone path into the courtyard and saw Tang Yisheng waving his arms and gesturing wildly. A young man and a young woman, both of whom were of advanced age, followed closely behind Tang Yisheng. The young man seemed to be a follower, and was occasionally reminded of something by the young woman, who was also making notes and markings in her notebook.

"What are you doing?"

Song Junying took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation in her heart, and greeted him in what she thought was the calmest and most natural tone.

"Huh? What brings you to this place?"

Tang Yisheng turned his head and saw Song Junying.

I never imagined she would come looking for me.

Could it be the letter that Song Zhiming kept hidden yesterday?

The meeting place and time have both passed, but I didn't go?

It has to be said that, as a veteran who has been reborn, his guess was almost always right.

He simply lacked experience as a father and didn't anticipate the urgency and anxiety a doting father would feel upon discovering his little darling was about to encounter a wild boar.

"We have a general understanding of the situation. If there are no further problems, let's go."

When the female designer saw Tang Yisheng arrive, she decided to take her leave.

"Okay, thank you for your help. Please get things done as soon as possible, and let me know whether it works or not."

Tang Yisheng said dismissively.

If they can take on the entire contract, it's just a matter of taking advantage of Song Zhiming.

If you don't manage to profit, that's okay. Tang Yisheng remembers that the stock market will present several significant "opportunities" starting next week and continuing until halfway through the summer vacation.

Making some money out of my own pocket isn't a big deal.

Even if it's not a fixed contract, thanks to Song Zhiming's connections, they can always get credit to start the work.

Given enough time to break down the vertical division, Tang Yisheng has various solutions to navigate the situation.

"Our company hasn't taken on any lump-sum projects before. I'll ask Mr. Wang later. If possible, we can produce the design drawings on Tuesday or Wednesday..."

"it is good."

"What's the big bag for?"

Song Junying had already stopped the car and walked over.

"Uncle Song found a renovation company to help me tidy up the house. I'm also planning to replace some furniture and appliances. The wiring in the house is old and needs to be redone..."

Tang Yisheng gave a casual explanation.

It was just a casual explanation; there was absolutely no intention to have Song Junying play any role.

Moreover, he didn't think that Song Junying, a female high school student repeating her senior year, could do anything more after Song Zhiming greeted her.

"The renovation company my dad hired? Mr. Wang?"

Song Junying tilted his head and thought for half a second before asking the female designer directly, "Is your boss Wang Cunxin?"

Female designer Yu Jia was a little confused.

The young girl who arrived had a cold aura and quite a boast.

But before I came, the store manager had told me to take good care of this little customer, because the little customer's friend must be no ordinary person either.

Yu Jia nodded.

"Did you bring your phone?"

The female designer Yu Jia's assistant carried a mobile phone on her waist, which was a communication tool specially approved by the store for this on-site measurement.

Song Junying took it, dialed the number skillfully, without asking any questions or taking out any phone book.

Just dial it directly and skillfully.

"Aunt Liu, it's me, Junying..."

After hanging up the phone, Song Junying looked at Tang Yisheng, who was completely bewildered: "Alright, do it your way, however you want."

Female designer Yu Jia secretly stuck out her tongue.

Liu Fengying, the boss's wife, is much more powerful than Wang Cunxin, the general manager. Everyone in the company knows that the boss is henpecked.

With the proprietress's words, this large-scale operation has to be done whether we want to or not, even if it means losing money.

"Um, Sister Yu, I think my previous considerations were a bit flawed. How about we go back inside and rearrange everything?"

Tang Yisheng rubbed his hands together, his smile full of smugness, as if he were taking advantage of the situation.