Chapter 2

Han Xiaoli was hit right in the sore spot, nearly jumping up in anger. "Aren't I just learning from the little fans, addressing them as 'my family' and 'my dear'..."

Song Xingchen frowned and complained, "So greasy, a 30-year-old middle-aged man, and he's already balding with a receding hairline... tsk tsk."

Song Xingchen was so overwhelmed by her that he raised his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright, your Su Qiancheng is the best. You should hurry and get to know him, then poison him with tea. That way, he would also be making an outstanding contribution to society"

Song Xingchen, after eating fast food for several days, finally enjoyed his mother's cooking and felt incredibly happy, indulging in various dishes. However, upon seeing his mother so cautiously probing, his appetite instantly diminished by half

Song Xingchen's small shop is doing quite well; over the course of a year, it has earned at least several hundred thousand, if not more than a million. She has long since become a little wealthy woman

The difference between Song Xingchen and Han Xiaoli lies in the fact that Song Xingchen is much more realistic than Han Xiaoli; the joys and sorrows she has witnessed are even more melodramatic and sensational than those depicted in Han Xiaoli's writings

Han Xiaoli is an honest and straightforward person; she likes what her mother likes. Over time, she has developed a revolutionary friendship with Song Xingchen, which is as solid as a rock and as stable as Mount Tai, remaining steadfast and unyielding.

Until he said: "Ship it to me tomorrow, and if you don't, not only will I cancel the order, but I will also file a complaint against you"

Mother Song frowned slightly, "Is it because you didn't give them a good face?"

However, Song's mother does not think so; she can hardly wait for Song Xingchen to find someone as soon as she counts on her fingers.

Song Xingchen was startled by her sweet and cloying voice, causing goosebumps to rise all over her body. She immediately sat down in front of the computer to log into Alibaba, organized the orders, assigned numbers, rummaged through the warehouse for the goods, and packed everything up, ready to be sent out tomorrow.

At that moment, a message notification from Ali Wangwang sounded

Han Xiaoli has been subjected to Song Xingchen's sharp tongue since childhood, and this level of criticism is already a sign of her restraint. With her arm wrapped around her, she twists and pulls, almost rolling on the sofa to act cute. "The director said he would introduce us."

Moreover, I heard from Father Song that he comes from a prestigious family, which perfectly matches their scholarly lineage. Furthermore, Su Qingche has achieved his current position through his own hard work; he is such an ambitious and promising young man

He said politely: "I apologize, there seems to be an oversight, I will check the orders."

Song Xingchen rolled her eyes and said, "However, I still agreed, who told her that her body is so frail and that she whispered in my mother's ear..."

Upon thinking of this, she frowned, glanced at the incessantly chattering customer on Ali Wangwang, and raised her hand to rub her brow.

Moreover, she distinctly sensed the extreme impatience and the subtle tendency towards a breakdown in Miss Song's tone, so she wisely chose to remain silent

Thus, the piece of paper that Song Xingchen solemnly handed over that day was indeed the website of the specialty store she had personally written down.

Han Xiaoli was also unreserved, smiling as she hugged the pillow and nestled into her high-quality large sofa, her face filled with longing. "Isn't my Su Qiancheng handsome?"

Song Xingchen felt embarrassed to admit that she had encountered a rival and both had suffered losses. She vaguely remarked, "What good people can you meet through blind dates? They are all exceptional leftover men. So you might as well give up on the idea of meeting Su Qiancheng through blind dates and quickly seek another suitable husband."

However, seeing Song Xingchen's indifferent attitude, she sighed and got up to serve the rice

Today he sent a message asking why the shipment has not yet been dispatched

Song Guoliang smiled and said, "Let's summarize the reasons."

Song Xingchen glanced at the poster of Su Qiancheng that she insisted on sticking on her wall, and despite her efforts to recall, she still could not remember what the person named Su Qingche looked like

In the midst of speaking, she felt somewhat restless and threw a fluffy little toy directly at Han Xiaoli, who was sitting on the sofa, saying, "Help me keep an eye on the business, don't pay attention to this client anymore. I'm going to the supermarket to buy something"

Song Xingchen flipped through the order and took a glance; it was condoms, and there were six different varieties requested.

Han Xiaoli brought back the computer and, while making modifications, persistently asked her, "Why don't you tell me about the process of blind dating?"

Song Xingchen curled his lips in disdain and bluntly retorted, "If he knows, will he still thank you?"

Song Xingchen made an effort to recall where she had not given a good expression; she had been as amiable as a deity, and in the end, she truly prioritized customer satisfaction by recommending the products available in the store

Han Xiaoli was still in shock. Although she had long been accustomed to her best friend's occasional extraordinary and fierce actions, she had never heard of such a brutal method before

Song Xingchen quickly shook his head to dispel that image. "Mom, we are not suitable for each other; there is a six-year age difference, which creates a significant generational gap."

Song Xingchen is actually going on a blind date for the first time, so there is no basis for comparison. However, this man cannot be considered high quality, though he is somewhat refined. Nevertheless, he is truly not Song Xingchen's type; he is cunning and sinister. Can a life filled with mutual scheming after marriage be sustainable?

Song Guoliang noticed that his daughter's gaze was wandering, and he knew something must be amiss; however, he did not mind. Song Xingchen was independent and self-reliant, and her appearance could be considered quite exceptional, so she would not become a stagnant commodity

Song Guoliang had just picked up a piece of braised pork when it fell onto the table with a "thud," rolling a few times in a very round manner. "But I have seen the photos..." He is quite a handsome man; otherwise, how could Song's mother like him so much

Mom Song also thought about it, but age is not an issue. Back in the day, she had a teacher-student relationship with Xingchen's father, despite the fact that there was a full 8-year age difference. Now, everything is just fine.

As soon as she returned home, she was besieged at the door, urged to report her experiences in order to inspire her to create a script about the modern leftover women seeking marriage.

Han Xiaoli was hit squarely, and as she came to her senses, she saw Song Xingchen leaving in flip-flops

Song Xingchen took a sip of coffee before opening the message to take a look, and that glance immediately caused her to frown.

It is difficult to gauge people's hearts nowadays. At the very least, one needs to spend three months to understand a person's character after getting to know them, and a romantic relationship should take at least two years. By this calculation, Song Xingchen would already be 26 years old. The process of getting married and going on a honeymoon would take about half a year, and by the time a child is born, she would be nearly 28 years old

She swallowed the chicken leg meat in her mouth, took a tissue and leisurely wiped her mouth, and then, under the expectant gaze of the two elders, said: "Don't look at me, it's hopeless"

Song Xingchen slightly turned her head to glance at her and scoffed, "It's easy to talk when you're not the one suffering; asking me to replace her in military training, what a clever calculation."

This is not a joke, Song Xingchen raised an eyebrow, recalling that this brand of condoms seemed to be available in the supermarket, and promised, "Dear, please wait a moment, I currently have no stock, but I will prioritize preparing the goods for you right away"

Song Xingchen and Han Xiaoli grew up together since childhood. Song Xingchen was more adept at being charming than Han Xiaoli, and in front of the parents, she was the epitome of a well-behaved little girl. Therefore, in the eyes of Han's mother, Song Xingchen was a golden signboard.

Han Xiaoli was momentarily taken aback and comforted, saying: "It's alright, it's normal. It took me a long time to remember my own Su Qiancheng as well."

It is heart-wrenching to think about it

Can he say that he accidentally met that kid once before? A handsome officer is being looked down upon by his daughter like this. Well, no need to ask what the reason is, it must be hopeless.

This client, Song Xingchen, is the most troublesome client ever encountered. Since the first transaction began, he has been nitpicking, finding fault in every detail, and doing everything possible to criticize and seek out errors

Song Xingchen directly picked up the cushion and threw it at her, "Am I really a leftover woman at just 24 years old?"

Han Xiaoli saw her packing her things and smiled strangely, giving her a kick on her perky bottom. "What are you grinning about?"

She raised her hand to rub her temples and helplessly blinked her eyes. "Miss Han, could you please stop playing the role of a reporter? My blind date was as tragic as a human drama, utterly unremarkable and simply dreadful. Don't you want to know the ending? The ending is that I wrote the store's website on a small piece of paper and handed it to him, welcoming him to visit."

Song Xingchen glanced at her and smiled, saying: "Your family? You don't even know him, so where does 'your family' come from?"

Having said that, she got up with a hint of helplessness and went to the kitchen to prepare coffee. "Do you want sugar?"

Song Xingchen choked for a moment, then continued to lie without a hint of embarrassment or a racing heart. "Dad, you just don't understand the current PS technology. It's terrifying! You absolutely cannot trust photos anymore; they can be faked now."

After waiting for a moment, recalling something, while typing on the computer keyboard, I asked: "By the way, how have you considered the matter of Wang Yuanyuan asking you to temporarily act as her instructor last time?"

She compared the items on the order and went to the warehouse to look for the goods. If she remembers correctly, she actually checked it once last night, and the reason for not shipping is simply that there is no stock available

Han Xiaoli was initially shocked to the point of nearly losing her composure when she discovered that Song Xingchen was selling intimate products online. It took her a week to digest this reality, and at first, she even helped to organize the business.

The innocent braised pork that Song Guoliang had just picked up fell back onto the table, this time it landed with a weightless drop that did not disappoint expectations

This recent blind date was quickly forgotten by Song Xingchen, and the following day she was summoned back home by Mama Song for dinner to probe for information.

Han Xiaoli pouted slightly and took the coffee cup she brought over, saying, "Don't! With you cooped up at home all day, you might as well go train your legs in military drills."

Song Xingchen avoided her hooves, tidied up his belongings and set them aside, then squeezed past to sit next to her, taking a look at the computer she had laid aside. "Is this the script you mentioned for collaborating with Su Qiancheng?"

Thus, under the persistent reminders of her esteemed mother regarding the three daily meals, she reluctantly agreed.

Song Xingchen is not actually afraid of offending clients; of course, this is only if a client is particularly difficult to the point that she can no longer contain her temper and is tempted to curse. However, when it comes to clients who are very difficult yet extremely wealthy, with significant purchasing demands and a disregard for price, she still refrains from taking drastic measures.

Upon hearing this, Han Xiaoli smiled with her eyes narrowed and said, "Yes, yes, that's why I indulged my personal feelings and gave him a few more charming and flamboyant shots."

Upon hearing about Song Xingchen's blind date, Han Xiaoli, as her close friend, also took action.

At this thought, she curled her lips into a smile, full of pride. That officer must be seething with rage.

She shrugged and said apologetically, "I can't remember what he looks like."

However, she did not have the courage to say the latter half of the sentence, and silently swallowed it back down.