Shen Tianjun left the Song Family Manor after giving the invitation to Shen Lang, leaving Shen Lang and Wolong in a state of bewilderment.
"Brother, this Nanguo Technology is a giant in Dragon Country's internet industry. I never expected it to belong to your father. It seems the legendary Shen Tianjun is indeed as famous as they say, making such a grand gesture with his first move."
Wolong looked at the invitation in Shen Lang's hand, unable to hide his excitement, and said.
"Mom, do you think I should go?"
Compared to Wolong, Shen Lang seemed less excited. He turned to look at Song Qingyi and asked.
"Qiye, Shen Tianjun is not my husband, but he is your father. It is only right for you to inherit what belongs to your father."
Song Qingyi looked at Shen Lang and said, "These things originally belong to you. It is only reasonable for you to possess everything, and there is nothing improper about it."
"My principle is simple: as long as Shen Tianjun does not forcibly take you away, nothing else matters."
Hearing Song Qingyi's words, Shen Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that his mother would dislike his father, which would put him in a difficult position. Now, it seemed his mother's understanding exceeded his imagination.
Shen Lang smiled and said, "Mom, I understand. I will be there on time. However, I came to see you today not only to visit but also because there is one more thing I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
Song Qingyi cared a lot about her son's affairs and asked.
"It's not a big deal, really. I'm getting married, and I'd like you to choose an auspicious date."
Shen Lang said with a smile.
"Getting married?"
"Married to whom?"
Hearing her son mention his impending marriage, Song Qingyi was very excited. After all, no mother in the world would not look forward to her son getting married, having children, and continuing the family line.
"Is it that little girl Wang Yuyan?"
Song Qingyi immediately thought of the beautiful Wang Yuyan and said.
"No—"
Shen Lang shook his head upon hearing this, negating his mother's guess.
"No?"
Song Qingyi was a little surprised that she had guessed wrong. She then smiled and said, "If it's not Wang Yuyan, then it must be that little girl Yu Xiao."
"This girl, pure and moving, graceful and agile, I like her very much. She would make a good daughter-in-law."
Song Qingyi had only met Yu Xiao once, but she had a very good impression of her. As a mother-in-law, she would love a daughter-in-law like Yu Xiao.
"No—"
Shen Lang shook his head again, negating his mother's guess.
"Not again?"
This time, Song Qingyi's face clearly showed surprise. She said, "If it's not them, could it be Ye Shishi?"
Ye Shishi was the daughter of Song Qingyi's best friend and Shen Lang's fiancée. If it were Ye Shishi, Song Qingyi would be able to accept it and would not object.
"Mom, you guessed wrong again. It's not Ye Shishi."
Shen Lang looked at Song Qingyi and smiled, negating her guess once more.
"What?"
Being denied by her son repeatedly, Song Qingyi became a little impatient. She said, "Could it be Tang Wan'er?"
"Son, let me tell you, Tang Wan'er is the daughter of Tang Jiutian, the leader of the Tang Sect. You are the murderer of Tang Zixuan. Tang Jiutian is a person who holds grudges very deeply. He will never sincerely accept you as his son-in-law. I don't recommend you marry Tang Wan'er."
Song Qingyi's words were very tactful. In fact, she did not disagree but strongly opposed it, but she could not show it too strongly in front of her son.
As a mother, Song Qingyi understood Shen Lang. He was the son of Shen Tianjun and herself, and he had a rebellious gene in his bones. He did not like to be manipulated by others, nor could he tolerate others making decisions for him.
"Haha, Mom, you guessed wrong again. It's none of them."
Shen Lang looked at Song Qingyi and smiled, "You don't need to guess anymore. I'll tell you directly. Her name is Gu Qinghan."
"Pfft..."
As soon as Shen Lang finished speaking, Song Shaodao, who was drinking tea with a purple clay teapot, spat out a mouthful of tea and stared at his nephew, saying, "What did you say? It's Qinghan?"
"Who is Gu Qinghan?"
Seeing her elder brother's huge reaction, Song Qingyi asked with curiosity.
"Qinghan is a girl from the Gu family. She is now the director of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Military Security Bureau. This girl is not only beautiful but also extremely intelligent, with extraordinary talent in criminal investigation. She is an extremely rare talent."
Song Shaodao did not hide his admiration for Gu Qinghan, saying, "Within five years, this girl will be in my position. Her future is limitless."
"Director of the Criminal Investigation Department?"
Upon hearing these words, Song Qingyi seemed not to have heard the rest of Song Shaodao's words. She said, "I still prefer my daughter-in-law to be a bit more demure, like Wang Yuyan, Yu Xiao, or Ye Shishi. Gu Qinghan's profession is too dangerous."
"This..."
Hearing his sister's words, Song Shaodao didn't know how to respond. After all, what Song Qingyi said was indeed reasonable.
At this moment, Shen Lang smiled and said, "Mom, I'm afraid you have to agree, whether you want to or not."
"Why?"
Song Qingyi frowned upon hearing this and said, "Are you trying to threaten me with that childish act of crying, making a scene, or hanging yourself?"
Who was Song Qingyi? She was a person who, despite the world's dissuasion, had searched for her biological son for nineteen years without giving up. Such a person's will was as strong as steel. Threatening her was out of the question.
Shen Lang naturally knew that his mother looked delicate but had a strong character. Otherwise, how could Song Shaodao and Shen Tianjun both be wary of her? He would never resort to such threatening tricks.
Shen Lang looked at his mother and smiled affectionately, "Mom, what are you saying? How could I dare to threaten you? It's just that you really have to accept this daughter-in-law."
"If you don't accept your daughter-in-law, your grandchildren will be born as single-parent children. Can you bear it?"
"What?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Song Shaodao's eyes widened. "Kid, you and Gu Qinghan already have children?"
"Heh..."
Shen Lang scratched his head sheepishly and said, "Sorry, Uncle. Your nephew is quite powerful in this regard. A boy and a girl, twins."
"Pfft..."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Song Shaodao spat out another mouthful of tea and said, "Shen Lang, you brat, you're really not one to sit still."
"Heh... who's the one sitting still, your nephew?"
Shen Lang said something to Song Shaodao that left him speechless.
"You..."
Song Qingyi looked at her son, a mix of amusement and speechlessness on her face. After five seconds, she said, "Shen Lang, find an opportunity to bring Qinghan home. I need to see her before I make a decision."
"Okay—"
Shen Lang smiled, then pulled Wolong and left the Song Family Manor.