After the two agreed, Song Xiang got into the car.
"My father will probably be very happy to prepare the wedding for you personally." Chu Xun said.
Song Xiang smiled. She was still a little uneasy, especially since she and Yan Han had just separated. Looking down at the ring on her finger, she felt that everything was a bit too fantasy. She and Yan Han were actually getting married.
"I heard from Mr. Rong that you are only twenty-four years old?" Tan Shu asked casually.
Song Xiang nodded.
"It's a little early to get married."
Chu Xun sat in front and said calmly: "Whenever you meet the right person, the time is right."
Song Xiang was surprised. He didn't expect such emotional words to come out of Chu Xun's mouth.
Tan Shu sat next to her, chuckled with unknown meaning, turned his face and looked out the window.
The two of them said a few words, but it disturbed Song Xiang's mood.
The car drove all the way to Rong's house. As soon as they got off the car, they saw the old housekeeper arranging people to get things into the car.
Song Xiang approached and asked what was going on.
"You came back just in time. My husband is waiting for you. Let's go visit my wife together."
Song Xiang remembered what she had told Rong Boye before leaving.
She trotted into the house and met Rong Boye in front of the main house.
Rong Boye rarely wears light-colored clothes. He wears a well-tailored windbreaker. He stands next to the rockery with a figure as tall as a pine tree.
"Go up and change clothes, let's go see your mother."
"good."
Song Xiang quickly went upstairs, opened the closet and found a decent goose-yellow suit.
I walked around in front of the mirror to make sure there were no problems before going downstairs.
The housekeeper was very well prepared, with four carts full of things in front and back, but none of them were what a "sacrifice" should have.
Rong Boye's attitude was also very calm, as if he was just visiting someone.
Song Xiang got into the car. She was fine at first, but gradually became nervous.
Rong Boye's eyes moved down and fell on her fingers.
"not bad."
When Song Xiang heard the voice, she turned her head blankly and realized what he was saying after noticing his gaze.
She was a little embarrassed and fumbled with the ring with her fingers.
"Where is mom?"
Rong Boye's eyes dimmed slightly, "Linhai City."
Song Xiang opened her mouth, her chest felt uncomfortable, "It's so far..."
"Your grandma is there too."
Song Xiang nodded.
The car became quiet.
Linhai City is far away, but Rong Boye did not choose to fly, but asked people to drive all the way there.
It wasn't until dark that the destination was not reached. Rong Boye had no intention of letting him rest and just asked the driver to drive in shifts.
Song Xiang was very tired, but did not feel like falling asleep. She sent two messages to Yan Han midway to reassure herself.
Leaning against the car window, I didn't know when it became dark outside and the car had stopped.
She opened the car window. It was cool outside, and the air was very vapory.
Looking around again, it was obviously near a village. The car was parked under an old bridge. Rong Boye was standing by the paddy field, talking to an old man.
Probably noticing her gaze, Rong Boye turned around, looked in her direction and said a few words to the old man.
The old man's face showed surprise, and he immediately came over and bent down to look into the car.
"At first glance, this girl belongs to the old Zhou family, and she is carved out of the same mold as Qingqing."
Song Xiang thought he was a relative of the Nanqing Dynasty. He was embarrassed to sit in the car, so he quickly got out of the car and called grandpa.
The old man smiled happily and talked a lot. The local dialect was close to Mandarin, and Song Xiang could understand it completely.