Chapter Thirteen: Engagement

  Song's mother was in a great mood, lying beside her husband, "It's really good, my precious daughter is finally getting engaged, she's all grown up."

  Song's father was also very pleased, "Xiao Li ah, you followed me for many years before I could bring you home, our Lin Cang, absolutely cannot be like this, to you, I have already been very neglectful."

  Song's mother covered his lips with her fingers, "Don't say that, I don't regret it."

  "Hmm, let's wait and see if the master will announce any news tomorrow. Since he has agreed, there won't be any room for denial anymore. My heart can finally rest at ease, and my suffering in the hospital wasn't in vain."

  Back to the Zhong family.

  Master Zhong said directly, "I promised you, Uncle Song, and I won't go back on my word. I think Linlang is quite good, tall and beautiful, and I heard she's a graduate of a famous university, suitable for you."

  Zhong Yuchen sat down, the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of coldness, "Since you've made up your mind, is my objection useful? If it's useless, then don't mention this to me again. I've already prepared myself for a second marriage."

  "You...!" Old Master Zhong almost choked to death, "You're not even married yet and you're talking like this."

  Zhong Yucheng stood up again, "Alright, it's getting late, I'm going back."

  Before Old Clock could respond, he had already vanished from the doorway.

  Zhong Jiali glanced at her mother, wanting to say something, but said nothing and quickly left.

  At half past eleven at night, he had no sleepiness at all.

  The car drove all the way and soon arrived at the city center, stopping in front of the famous Thousand and One Nights club.

  The car door was opened before he got off.

  "Are the two young masters here?"

  "Is your boss still alive?" He got off the car.

  "Not yet dead." Anbo replied.

  "Hmm." Zhong Yuchen responded with a single sound, took out the car key and pressed it twice, entering A Thousand and One Nights.

  Same place, same seat, Zhong Yuchen sat on the sofa, lifted his legs and put them on the table, with both arms resting on the sofa, lazily took out his phone and swiped twice on the screen before putting it to his ear.

  "Which little devil called in the middle of the night? Grandpa is already asleep."

  "King Yan has arrived, don't you hurry up and come quickly to receive his orders."

  The phone suddenly hung up.

  Less than three minutes later, someone came from across the street.

  "Do you know what time it is now? You called me out of bed, if there's nothing important to say to me, believe it or not, I'll knock you unconscious with one stick."

  "Looking at the man in front of him, 'An angel during the day and a devil at night, how can you, a schizophrenic patient, sleep so early tonight? I don't believe it.'"

  "Brother, I'm almost dying, the hospital has been crazy lately, there are so many women coming for treatment, it's exhausting."

  Zhong Yucheng picked up the high-footed cup on the table and said indifferently, "You must live a strong life, after all, living is not as good as dying."

  Hongtang sat up straight and asked, "You look so worried, what's wrong?"

  Zhong Yucheng swirled his wine cup and then drank it all in one gulp, staring at the cup with a low voice, "I'm going to get engaged."

  Hong Tang heard this and found it hard to believe, "What? Engagement? Is it true or false?"

  "Do you think... I'd joke about something like this?" He set the highball glass down on the table.

  "How can you suddenly want to get engaged? This doesn't seem like you."

  "The old master's will..."