Chapter 2.3 (1/2)

Chapter Two (Part 3 of 3)

Continually doing good deeds would gradually become addictive. When a giver could witness the joy and grat.i.tude from the receiver the giver felt instant gratification, which would simmer the desire to continue giving. It was the addictive feeling of being needed. For Qin Song who was simple hearted that primitive human desire to be needed was particularly strong.

The next day, he made an exception and didn’t cause trouble for her. He took the initiative to offer her a lift to the bus stop. When she got out of the car she smiled and waved goodbye to him. He gave her a manly wave.

Throughout that day, Liang’s employees from top to bottom clearly saw Qin Song’s good mood, anyone who greeted him, he would nod and smile their way.

Rong Yan rubbed his chin and he felt he understood Qin Song’s good mood.

‘Eating meat can indeed rejuvenate the body and mind!’ Rong Yan said.

When Han Ting Ting was preparing to go to her parents’ house she received a call from Qin Song.

‘Are you at your parents’ home?’ Qin Song asked.

‘Mmm. I’m heading home to cook for you now,’ she said gently.

On his end he was grinning. ‘No need. I’ll head to your parents for dinner then I’ll drive us home together.’

She hung up the phone and her mum grilled her.

‘Was that Qin Song?’ her mum asked.

She was still stupefied and nodded. ‘Mum, he wants to have dinner here.’

Her mum’s reaction mirrored her own.

Then her mum sprung to action and spring cleaned the whole house. Her poor dad who was still recovering from his injury was no match for her mum’s brooms and mops. Her dad was chased outside the house, wandering for hours under the giant tree in the backyard.

When Qin Song parked downstairs the Han’s family home was sparkling clean and filled with fragrant food aromas.

‘Why did you only buy enough food for a week?’ her mum said.

Her mum was stir-frying chicken whilst nagging her.

‘Go see if your dad’s done changing his clothes. Grab your dad’s underwear and put it in the was.h.i.+ng machine. Ah, Ting Bao! Go wash your face. There’s sweat and grease stains on your face,’ her mum said.

‘Mum, don’t stress out!’ she said. ‘Qin Song’s easy going.’

‘Tonight’s the first time he’s eating here. Dinner needs to be properly prepared. Quickly go wash your face,’ her mum said.

‘I know… Mum, don’t make too many meat dishes. He doesn’t like eating meat. Mum go and put the meat back in the fridge, used it to cook dishes for dad to eat tomorrow,’ she said.

‘He doesn’t eat meat? What else doesn’t he like eating? What about this dish? Will he eat this dish?’ her mum asked.

‘He eats everything… He’ll eat any dish,’ she said.

‘Ahem…’ her dad coughed and cleared his throat.

Her dad had brought her mum’s awaited son-in-law into the house and overheard their conversation.

She turned around and saw Qin Song stood behind her dad and he narrowed his eyes to glare at her.

She dared to ruin his precious gentleman image… that ‘little country bun!’ It was her that ate anything she was given! She was the pig!

Before marriage the Han family didn’t interact much with Qin Song. But sitting together around the lively dinner table the two Han elders thought that kiddo Qin Song was decent, spoke eloquently and treated everyone with kindness and friendliness.