Chapter 486: Overbearing Aun (2/2)

”Not at the moment. I’m still too young to be a father yet. Perhaps after thirty!”

”The journey matters more than the destination, am I right?” she teased.

My cheeks flushed with color as I plucked up the courage to say, ”And when will we embark on this journey?”

”Haha, you’ve become so naughty,” Poking my cheeks, she muttered under her breath, ”If you’re really serious...”

”What?”

By the time I responded, I found Xiaotao's face as red as an overripe tomato.

Palming her warm cheeks, she dismissed, ”I must be drunk! Well, I still have work to do.”

”You’re not allowed to drive after drinking!” I chided.

I managed to hail her a cab and watched as she climbed into the back seat. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she waved. Even after she left, her words were still replaying in my head. My young virgin heart pounded wildly. This was a step I would bravely take when the opportunity arose.

When I returned to the store, Song Heting, Song Jie and Song Xingchen were waiting for me. Mother and daughter patrolled the store while an astonished Dali and Luo Youyou looked on.

”Who’s this gallant woman? She’s so domineering!”

”A debt collector,” I smiled bitterly.

Upon noticing me, Song Heting nodded approvingly, ”So this is what you’re doing in the city. It’s good to be self-reliant. Come, let’s look for a teahouse.”

”Mom, we hardly ever visit the big city,” Song Jie pulled Song Heting’s arm. “I want to have ice cream at KFC.”

I assumed Song Heting would refuse, but to my surprise, she agreed without a second thought. “Alright, Song Yang, you lead the way.”

After ordering some drinks, we sat at one of the tables. ”Aunt Song,” I began. “You almost ruined everything! Do you know what Xiaotao's father does?”

”I do!” Song Heting sipped on her drink. ”He’s the richest man in Nanjiang City. Did you think I’d go into a fight unprepared? What I said today was merely a show of strength. When you become his son-in-law, you’ll be subject to control. You don't have to abide by the terms I mentioned. It doesn't matter whether you have a Chinese or Western wedding. You can do whatever you want after marriage. I’m not that conservative. But there is one thing...”

”A son?”

”And teach him all that you know.”

Song Jie interjected, ”I have to say, she’s a beauty!”

”She can’t compare to me in my younger days,” Song Heting clucked her tongue. “But she does have a nice figure. By the way, have you consummated the relationship?”

The subject of our conversation turned so abruptly that I couldn’t help but spew my drink. Song Jie giggled.

”We’re all adults, what are you shy about?” Song Heting admonished.

Wiping my lips with a paper napkin, I pleaded, ”Aunt Song, can we avoid discussing such a private subject in a public space?”

”So it seems you haven’t.”

I noticed Song Heting's eyes were red as she observed my micro-expression with Cave Vision. At this point, I was completely convinced of her abilities!

”Hurry up, or I’ll be forced to take drastic measures,” she urged.

”Yes, of course!”

”Hehe, you’re blushing, you little virgin.” Song Jie seemed amused.

Displeasure brewed within me. I never imagined Song Heting would interfere with my life once more. Who knew that her talons extended all the way to Nanjiang City! My relationship with Xiaotao was developing smoothly, but with such great responsibility on my shoulders, my heart sank with unease.

After a brief conversation, Song Heting revealed their intention to stay in Nanjiang City for a period of time, which I secretly lamented. I proceeded to book a hotel room online.

Before leaving for the hotel, we stopped by the store to pick up their luggage. Unexpectedly, Bingxin dropped by for a visit. At the sight of Song Heting, she greeted warmly, ”Hello, are you Song Yang’s...”

Song Heting's eyes flashed with an eager gleam as she gave Bingxin a once-over. ”I’m his aunt. And how do you know Song Yang?”

”Oh, we’re childhood friends and colleagues,” Bingxin replied.

”There are few girls who show such etiquette...”

I knew she was up to her old tricks. And sure enough, she asked, ”What does your father do?”