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Chapter 1012: Is He Your Man?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Wen harboured envy for the love story between Su Xuewen and Liu Mingxuan, a tale of romance between a scientist and an educated youth.
Through Su Wen’s editing, their love story was narrated simply yet romantically, interspersed with high-IQ humour typical of scientists. The token of their affection was a personally crafted box made by Su Xuewen for their wedding.
While the story itself was fictionalized by Su Wen, the box was real. Su Xuewen and Liu Mingxuan had indeed handcrafted it for their marriage. In Clear Water County, it was customary for brides to bring a dowry box, mainly used for saving money. However, as Liu Mingxuan no longer had contact with her maternal family due to her a.s.signment to the Trinity Village, she lacked a dowry box.
To ease her regret, Su Xuewen crafted one himself, a gesture of love that reflected his care and consideration for his wife. Su Xuewen’s box was different from tradition, boasting exquisite craftsmanship and a unique design, made from mahogany and cowhide, exuding elegance and quality.
“It’s exceptionally well-written. Do you plan to feature this box as the flagship product?” Zhou Yan inquired.
“Yes. The Su family’s legacy is centred around cherished love. This box can be pa.s.sed down from generation to generation, symbolizing enduring love and commitment,” Su Wen explained her vision.
“Have I seen the box?”
“No, you haven’t,” Su Wen shook her head. “You’ll see it when we start our operation. Although boxes and bags are our main products, they are indeed limited.”
Their conversation on bags continued until Zhou Hengyang interrupted for breakfast.
Meanwhile, as Zhou Hengyang and Su Wen enjoyed breakfast, Song Zishan received an unusual summons from Old Master Song to the Song family mansion. Present were her cousin, Song Jingxian, and his daughter, Xiao Ya.
Song Zishan’s relationship with her cousin was distant due to their age gap.
By the time Song Zishan grew up, Song Jingxian had long been married, so they couldn’t claim to be particularly close.
Moreover, she harboured resentment towards Xiao Ya, whom she viewed as a b.a.s.t.a.r.d child despite being raised in the Song family. Everyone knew that big sister had been unable to conceive all these years, so this little br*t, Xiaoya, wasn’t even her biological child, just a b*stard.
And yet, she gets to change her name to Song Xiaoya.
She doesn’t understand what Grandpa and Grandma are thinking, agreeing to let that wild girl go by the name Song Xiaoya.
“I’m back, Grandpa,” Song Zishan concealed her thoughts and greeted everyone with a smile. “Good morning, Sister Jingxian, little Xiaoya! What delicious food are we having today? Zha Jiang noodles are quite good; they’re my favourite.”
“Have you eaten, Zishan?” Song Jingxian asked.
Old Master Xu’s grave demeanour heightened Song Zishan’s unease. She feared her grandparents, especially in such solemn moments.
“I haven’t eaten yet.”
“Then wash up and have your meal.”
“Alright.”
Observing her grandfather discreetly, Song Zishan began her breakfast with graceful movements after taking her seat. The excitement she initially felt about the release of her new book gave way to apprehension.
Her grandfather summoning her today didn’t seem like a good sign.
Meanwhile, Xiaoya, seated beside Song Jingxian, remained silent, engaging only occasionally in conversation with another boy her age while picking at her food.
Following breakfast, Grandpa Song led Song Zishan to the security building, where a person lay on the ground—a familiar face, the same individual she had hinted to Su Wen about causing trouble at the signing event.
“Take a look. Is he your man?” Despite being seventy years old this year, Grandpa Song remained spirited and commanding, his presence imposing even in his calm demeanour.
Confusion clouded Song Zishan’s mind. Why was this person here with Grandpa?