Two weeks later.
During these two weeks, Song Song hasn’t seen Xiao Jinghuai. The only news she hears about him comes from Bao Bei, and it seems he’s been really busy. He took two short trips abroad and one domestic trip, essentially being a flying man these two weeks.
Xiao Beibei pursed his lips, looking all proud, "Little Song, why do you keep asking about my dad? Your boyfriend is me, right? Shouldn’t you be more concerned about me?"
"...Bao Bei, stop messing around, okay?"
Song Song pouts, still thinking about Xiao Jinghuai ignoring her, "Bao Bei, let me ask you, does your dad dislike people who are dumb?"
"Are you talking about yourself?" Xiao Beibei reacts swiftly, "He doesn’t quite like them, after all, he’s so smart. But don’t worry, I’m smart too! He’ll eventually get old, so he won’t be able to control me much. When he gets old, I’ll marry you."
Song Song couldn’t help but give a thumbs up; the logic was flawless, but why did it sound so awkward to her?
When will this child stop wanting to marry her? After twenty years of bad luck with the opposite sex, her first true connection came from a kid.
She’s totally flabbergasted!
Suddenly, Xiao Beibei says, "If you don’t say anything, it means I’ve successfully proposed."
The little guy makes a "yay" gesture and then hops out of the office.
But when he gets to the door, he stops, turns his small body around to blink at Song Song, "Little Song, I heard your competition results are pretty good! Keep going, that way you’ll get closer and closer to your dream."
Only then does Song Song realize, "So you secretly signed me up."
"Hehe, of course, it was me! Who else would be so nice to you? So one day you must marry me, and I’ll shower you with even more love..."
Hearing this, Song Song got goosebumps all over. A child just a few years old is so skillful in sweet talking; who did he learn it from?
Could it be him?
Unlikely, he’s so cold it’s hard to warm him up.
By the time Song Song snaps back to reality, Xiao Beibei has already skipped away.
It’s lunchtime now, and the office is empty except for Song Song. Unable to sleep and feeling a bit bored, she turns on her computer and logs into QQ. Seeing his icon lit, she wants to message him...
But she’s afraid he won’t reply, so she can only stare at the computer, ’looking at plums to quench thirst,’ mumbling "Xiao Jinghuai is a big rascal" over and over.
Until a phone call interrupts her.
"Hello, Miss Song, I’m glad to inform you that you’ve successfully advanced. Please arrive at the designated competition venue this Saturday at eight o’clock for the second round of the PK. The location will be sent to your mobile later, good luck!"
Song Song, stunned, says, "Alright, thank you."
After the call ends, Song Song is still bewildered. Even though she knew she’d advanced, hearing the news still left her shaken, taking a while to recover.
Oh dear, the second round of PK is sure to be difficult.
With a "ding," Song Song immediately looks at her phone. The competition venue is actually...
A place she’s not particularly familiar with, Fengyu Garden in Qingcheng City.
She recalls it’s supposed to be a private villa, astonishingly big, and opulent like a palace.
To have the competition there, is that place really suitable?
On Saturday, Song Song arrives early at the competition site. As soon as she arrives, the staff hands her a player badge.
Just as she’s unsure of where to go, someone taps her shoulder from behind.
She turns around and sees an incredibly beautiful young face with light makeup, "Hello, is there something you need?"
The other party smiles gently, "Hello, are you also a player who made it through? I’m Qiao Yu, nice to meet you."