“However, if we use a few more… stimulating methods, people will be rushing to return the money.”
Song Zhenkun looked curious. “What kind of stimulating methods?”
Song Tang then recounted what happened that morning.
How she disguised herself as a female Daoist and lay in wait, how she happened to meet Grandma Luo, how she chatted with her while pretending to perform divination, how she used mystic talk to scare her, and how Grandma Luo eventually hurried back home to force her son to repay the debt.
As he listened, Song Zhenkun’s eyes widened.
Then he burst into laughter.
“You girl, where do you even get all these crooked ideas?”
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get exposed?”
Song Tang leaned back into the sofa again and sighed.
“I’m not afraid.”
“People who believe in this kind of thing are quite common these days.”
“On the way from the park to the parking lot, I don’t even know how many elderly grandpas and grandmas stopped me, asking me to read their palms, check their feng shui, and tell their fortunes…”
“I’m actually a fake Daoist. I was worried I’d ruin the reputation of the Daoist sect, so I kept a serious face the whole way and said I had no quota today and couldn’t do any readings. That’s how I managed to get away.”
Song Zhenkun was laughing so hard he nearly had tears in his eyes.
“Song Tang, you really are clever.”
“But… does this method actually work?”
“Will Pang Zhi really repay the money?”
Song Tang thought for a moment.
“I can’t say it’s one hundred percent, but it’s about ninety percent effective.”
The moment her voice fell, Song Zhenkun’s phone rang.
He picked it up and saw a bank credit notification.
【…Corporate account received transfer at 12:36—2,000,000.00 yuan, balance xxxx.xx】
Song Zhenkun stared at the number, his eyes widening more and more.
A smile spread across his face.
“Song Tang!”
“It worked! The money came in. We recovered two million!”
Song Tang leaned over to take a look and smiled as well.
“See? I told you it would work.”
Song Zhenkun looked at his daughter, unable to hide his excitement.
“Song Tang, you’re amazing.”
“Once the company’s cash flow stabilizes, Dad will give you a bonus.”
Song Tang nodded. “Alright.”
“But we’ll talk about everything else later.”
“We’re still far from the fifty million target. We need to keep working hard.”
She stood up and stretched lazily.
“Dad, I’m going upstairs to change. This outfit is too hot.”
Song Zhenkun nodded repeatedly. “Go on, go on.”
Song Tang walked upstairs. At the stairway, she paused and looked back at him.
He was still sitting on the sofa, grinning foolishly at the transfer notification on his phone.
She suddenly thought of something.
Song Zhenkun had never once suggested that she ask Lin Yanchen for money.
With Lin Yanchen’s wealth, fifty million was nothing more than pocket change.
But Song Zhenkun would rather shoulder everything himself than let his daughter open her mouth, unwilling to affect her relationship.
Song Tang sighed softly.
He really was a good man.
In the original storyline, he would probably still be worrying about the fifty million right now.
And even at home, he would never tell his daughter the truth, always pretending everything was fine.
Fortunately, she was here now.
She would not let Song Zhenkun down. That night, the lights of the Lin family old residence were brightly lit.
Dinner had just ended, and servants brought out fruit and hot tea.
Lin Changzhuo leaned on the sofa, scrolling through his phone.
Pei Qing ate fruit in small bites.
Qiu Meng sat on the other single sofa, holding a freshly brewed cup of Longjing tea.
“Cousin-in-law, this tea is really good.”
Pei Qing smiled. “If you like it, take some back with you later.”
Qiu Meng nodded, then suddenly remembered something.
“Oh right, cousin-in-law, uncle, I had dinner with Yanchen’s girlfriend last night.”
Pei Qing immediately stopped eating. “You mean Song Tang?”
Lin Changzhuo also looked up, waiting for her to continue.
Qiu Meng nodded. “Yes, Song Tang.”
Pei Qing frowned slightly. “Why were you having dinner together?”
Lin Changzhuo was also curious. “How do you two know each other?”
Qiu Meng smiled and briefly recounted what happened last night.
However, she omitted the part where Song Tang used her to pressure a company into debt repayment, only mentioning that Song Tang was interested in discussing possible cooperation with Huayuan Technology.
“We talked the entire night. It went really well.”
“Song Tang has very unique insights into the market. Her thinking is comprehensive and her logic is clear.”
“I really like her.”
After hearing this, Lin Changzhuo nodded slightly.
“That Song Tang does seem to have some business sense.”
But Pei Qing looked completely unconvinced, her gaze toward Qiu Meng filled with doubt.
“Are you sure that’s really what Song Tang said?”
“Mengmeng, are you certain the person you met was Song Tang? Could it have been someone else pretending?”
Qiu Meng froze slightly.
“Auntie, of course it was her. I saw her with my own eyes. How could it be fake?”
Pei Qing shook her head.
“I’ve seen Song Tang at banquets before. Even though we didn’t speak, I’ve heard her talk to others.”
“The way she acts and speaks is completely different from what you described.”
Qiu Meng laughed helplessly.
“Auntie, I really did meet Song Tang.”
“I spent the whole night talking with her. How could I mistake her for someone else?”
“And I guarantee everything she said was spontaneous.”
“I asked her questions randomly. There was no way she prepared answers in advance.”
Pei Qing still didn’t believe it and was about to argue further.
But Lin Changzhuo chuckled from the side.
“Alright, alright, stop arguing.”
“Whether Song Tang is like that or not has nothing to do with you two. As long as Yanchen likes her, that’s all that matters.”
Pei Qing immediately turned to him.
“No.” Her tone was firm.
“I cannot accept my son marrying someone like that.”
Lin Changzhuo raised a brow. “What kind of person? Isn’t the Song Tang Mengmeng described quite good?”
Pei Qing replied, “You can’t judge after just one meeting. I’ve seen Song Tang several times.”
“She really doesn’t have much substance, and her dressing style is too exaggerated. I don’t like her.”
“She can date Yanchen, but she cannot marry into the family. If we live together later, we won’t even be able to talk.”
Lin Changzhuo laughed again.
“Even if Yanchen marries her, it’ll be the two of them living together. They won’t live with you.”
“You won’t even be interacting daily. Why are you worrying so much?”
Pei Qing was momentarily choked by his words and opened her mouth again to argue.
Qiu Meng, watching the couple bicker, couldn’t help but laugh.
“Alright, alright, stop arguing. Listen to me.”
She set down her tea cup, her expression turning serious.
“Auntie, uncle, I’m telling you, Song Tang is absolutely not someone who can’t make it into upper circles. Really, believe me.”
“If you get the chance to meet her, you’ll definitely believe what I said today.”
Pei Qing looked at her and fell silent.
There was no point arguing further; they would talk again after meeting her.
The Song Tang she had seen was absolutely not the kind of person Mengmeng described.
“Alright, there’s no point discussing this now. We’ll talk about it later.”
Lin Changzhuo also gave up. “Fine!”
The living room quieted down.
Qiu Meng looked left and right, then said nothing more.
Time would prove everything.
One day, her uncle and aunt would understand and come to know Song Tang’s good.