405: Chapter 394: Intelligence Not Enough 405: Chapter 394: Intelligence Not Enough Watching Mao Shan’s disheartened appearance, Liu Ran curiously asked, “Brother Song, today is a day of celebration, so why is Brother Shan still frowning?”
“Ha ha, if he were marrying a simple-minded girl, this kid would probably wake up laughing even if he went to bed late, but who let him marry Luo Zi?
Not to mention she outclasses him in intelligence, their family backgrounds aren’t too different either.
Mao Shan is in for some tough days ahead,” Song Yun said with a sense of schadenfreude.
After taking the elevator up to the 11th floor with a group of women, Song Yun found Zhao Yan and the others.
These rascals were all dressed quite formally—each one in a suit, leather shoes as black as night.
If you didn’t know better, you’d think they were the main characters today.
“Boss, you’re here,” Zhao Yan greeted Song Yun with a light smile.
“Yes, it looks like today’s going to be quite lively,” Song Yun said.
Although it was only a little past ten in the morning, all the invited guests had honored the invitation and arrived early.
Xu Hongxing was chatting with an old friend when he heard a hearty laugh.
Turning his head, he spotted Song Yun and beckoned him over with a wave, “Song Yun, hurry over here, let me introduce you to two important figures.”
Song Yun scurried over and said, “Uncle Xu, what’s going on?”
“I’m introducing you to two important figures.
This is Luo Zi’s grandfather, Luo Jian Country, also a veteran comrade of mine for many years.
And this is Major General Li Yingtian from the Nanjing Military Region.
Get acquainted,” Xu Hongxing said.
“Uncle Xu, Uncle Li, hello,” Song Yun said with a smile.
Luo Jian Country was okay because he had previously met Mr.
Song and knew Song Yun’s background.
But Li Yingtian was different.
He was already more than sixty years old, an age where being called “Grandpa Li” by Song Yun was more than appropriate.
But surprisingly, Song Yun called him “Uncle.” Just how arrogant was this kid?
“This here is Mr.
Song’s grandson, Song Yun, now a Major General in the Sunan Military Region,” Xu Hongxing introduced.
Li Yingtian’s expression changed immediately upon hearing the mention of Mr.
Song.
No wonder when Song Yun called Xu Hongxing and Luo Jian Country “Uncle,” neither of them got angry.
If Song Yun had called them “Grandpa,” that would have meant they were peers with Mr.
Song.
As if.
Who is Mr.
Song?
He’s had his photo taken in the People’s Hall, stayed in the Jinling Hotel—it would really be too much for them to claim to be his peers.
“How are you, Song Yun?
How has Mr.
Song been feeling recently?” Li Yingtian asked, his eyes crinkling into a smile.
“Grandpa’s still pretty robust.
He even went to play chess with his old buddies a few days ago,” Song Yun replied with a restrained smile.
“Of course, after all, Mr.
Song was also a member of our military.
Tough as nails,” Luo Jian Country interjected.
“Old Li, weren’t you complaining about the ‘Northeast Tiger’ beating you guys to a pulp?
It was Song Yun who avenged you.”
“Really?” Li Yingtian, knowing that Song Yun was Mr.
Song’s grandson, thought his rank of Major General was just a nominal title for future advancement, but was surprised to learn this young man had such martial prowess.
“Truly a case of a hero being a young man.
The Song family is certainly different,” Li Yingtian praised.
“You’ll have to come and teach those unimpressive soldiers at our Nanjing Military Region someday.”
“Uncle Li, you flatter me,” Song Yun said modestly.
“Alright, go and call Mao Shan here.
After all, he’s the main character of the engagement ceremony,” Xu Hongxing finished, giving Song Yun a meaningful look.
Realizing there was a problem, Song Yun didn’t waste words and headed downstairs.
Once downstairs, Song Yun walked up to Mao Shan, handed him a cigarette, and asked, “Just now, your grandpa gave me a certain look.
So, what are you plotting?”
“Damn, my grandpa gave you a look, and you’re dragging me into it?” Mao Shan said awkwardly as he lit the cigarette.
“Cut the crap.
We’ve been through a lot together.
Who doesn’t know who?
Did you have a spat with Luo Zi last night?” Song Yun said.
“Boss, you’re way cooler than Li Tang with that intuition; no need to count fingers to know what’s happened,” Mao Shan joked.
“As you know, I’m a straightforward guy.
I speak my mind and act directly.
But I always feel like there’s no common ground between Luo Zi and me.
When we sit together, I don’t even know how to start a conversation.”
“And then you felt uncomfortable inside and had a minor quarrel with Luo Zi?” Song Yun looked at him and asked.
“Exactly.
I’ve also looked for reasons within myself, but after all this time, I realize I haven’t done anything wrong.
My relationship with Luo Zi is like a puppet on strings, Luo Zi manipulating me at will, and I don’t even have the strength to resist,” Mao Shan said indignantly.
“From last night’s incident, you can see it, right?
Even over such a trivial matter, Luo Zi is scheming.
I can only say that this kind of woman is very scary.”
Watching Mao Shan’s downcast expression, Song Yun didn’t know what to say.
His brother was indeed not the brightest and was completely outclassed by Luo Zi, who could play him like a fiddle.
“What can I do when I’m not smart enough?” Mao Shan sighed.
“I can’t even imagine what our marriage will be like.”
“Who told you to let go of your self-control in the first place?” Song Yun quipped, crushing his cigarette underfoot.
“If you had been sober enough to resist Luo Zi’s temptation back then, none of this would’ve happened.”
“I was drunk at the time,” Mao Shan said, pursing his lips.
“A home is supposed to be a sanctuary.
I don’t want to come home every day and have to engage in a battle of wits with Luo Zi.”
“Enough of that.
What’s with all this whispering between grown men?
Luo Zi is pretty decent to you,” Song Yun mentioned.
“You think Luo Zi is manipulative because you can’t outsmart her, but it’s really down to your lack of intelligence, letting her win every move with ease.”
“So what do I do?
I can’t exactly swap out my brain.”
“In my opinion, you and Luo Zi should sincerely try to make a good life together.
I believe Luo Zi isn’t an unreasonable person.
Besides, Luo Zi is just trying to fix your little quirks.
Don’t be wary.
Once both sides lack trust, that’s when the family really falls apart,” Song Yun consoled.
“Alright, I’ll give it a try,” Mao Shan seemed to resolve.
“Stop dawdling here, let’s go,” Song Yun said, patting his shoulder, but there were some things he did not say to Mao Shan.
Once Luo Zi became part of the Xu family, she would certainly live with them, and the Xu family had Old Xu, a crafty fox.
How could Luo Zi, a minor demoness, dare to misbehave?
It’s just that these things were obvious to anyone, and Song Yun did not want to point them out at this moment.
After all, officials find it hard to settle domestic disputes, let alone getting involved in someone else’s family matters.