Chapter 84: Is there a chrysanthemum growing under your nose?

  "Haha!" Rarely seeing Xiao Ping so surprised, Song Le couldn't help but laugh and say: "Professor Song is my uncle, didn't you think of that? So stupid!"

  Xiao Ping only then reacted, Song Tianming's name was indeed the same as Song Le's father and uncle and aunt, all of which were arranged in order with the "Tian" character. No wonder when Song Le took him to meet Professor Song Tianming at first, he seemed so casual, it turned out that the two were actually relatives.

  At this time, Song Tianming also saw Xiao Ping and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "Xiao Xiao, how did you end up here?"

  "Happy New Year, Uncle Song." In this occasion, Xiao Ping also found it inappropriate to call him Professor Song again, so he changed his title and said with a smile: "I came specifically today to wish you a long life, sir."

  After hearing Xiao Ping's words, Song Tianming raised an eyebrow and gave a meaningful glance at his niece beside Xiao Ping, as if he understood something. However, Song Tianming had a good impression of Xiao Ping and soon smiled, saying: "Welcome, welcome, feel free to do whatever you want later, let Lelai take good care of you."

  The conversation between the two also caught the attention of Old Man Song, who curiously looked at Xiao Ping and asked his eldest son: "Who is this young man?"

  "Dad, his name is Xiao Ping, he's a friend of Lele's. He came all the way here today to wish you a happy birthday." Song Tianming introduced Xiao Ping with a smile, then paused and added mysteriously: "Well, I should say he's one of Lele's good friends. You know what I mean?"

  Mr. Song immediately understood his eldest son's meaning, carefully looked at Xiao Ping a few times and nodded in satisfaction: "The young man looks quite spirited, not bad!"

  It was unexpected that Professor Song, who usually didn't smile or talk much, had such a warm and human side. Xiao Ping couldn't help but laugh too. Unfortunately, Xiao Ping hadn't expected to run into Song Tianming today and hadn't prepared any gifts for him, which seemed somewhat inappropriate now. However, this small matter wasn't going to stump Xiao Ping, who quickly pulled Song Tianming aside and whispered: "Uncle Song, before the New Year, a friend of mine caught some live knife fish fry in a bay by the riverbank. He had planned to raise them himself to sell for money, but I persuaded him to sell them to me instead. After the New Year, I'll send the fish fry over to you - it's better to use them for research rather than raising them to be eaten, don't you think?"

  "Really?!" Song Tianming was no longer calm, excitedly rubbing his hands and saying: "Xiao Xiao, I really didn't misjudge you, you're a good kid!"

  Xiao Ping smiled awkwardly: "Nothing, it's what I should do. You go attend to the guests, and after the New Year, I'll contact you."

  "Alright!" Song Tianming patted Xiao Ping's shoulder with satisfaction and called out to the others to leave.

  Song Le came over curiously and asked: "What did you say to my uncle, making him so happy that he's scratching his ears and cheeks!"

  "There's nothing, just a few live knife fish to be sent to him." Xiao Ping smiled and asked Little Chili Pepper: "My performance today wasn't bad, right? I found that your dad and mom both quite like me!"

  "You're so beautiful!" Song Le said with a pout on her delicate lips: "Shameless!"

  Two people were whispering intimately, but suddenly behind them came the voice of Tang Jiaqiang: "Song Lei, you're here after all, I've finally found you!"

  As soon as he heard the guy's voice, the originally smiling chili immediately put on a stern face. Xiao Ping's expression also turned cold, and he turned his head to glare at Tang Jiaqiang.

  Because there were too many guests today, Tang Jiaqiang didn't meet Song Tianqing who was waiting at the door, and he didn't know that Xiao Ping would come either. Originally with a smile on his face, Tang Jiaqiang immediately fell when he saw Xiao Ping, staring at Song Le loudly asking: "How did he come here? What's going on?"

  "Tang Jiaqiang, what right do you have to interfere with my business?" Song Lei shot back, "I'm inviting my boyfriend over to celebrate Grandfather's birthday, do I need to let you know?"

  Tang Jiaqiang hastily said: "But Song Tianliang said he wanted to introduce you to me as his girlfriend!"

  "Whoever agreed with you, go find them! It has nothing to do with me!"

  Tang Jiaqiang had been spoiled by his parents and others since he was a child, where did he ever suffer such humiliation? At this time, he really couldn't bear it anymore, and actually wanted to reach out and grab Song Lei's arm.

  Xiao Ping wouldn't let him get away with it, and with a light push, he pushed Tang Jiaqiang back several steps. Looking at the guy coldly, he said: "Tang Jiaqiang, who was it that said last time that whoever loses will never bother Song Lei again? Did you say that words are like farting, worthless? Does your nose have a chrysanthemum growing under it?"

  Tang Jiaqiang said that he couldn't outdo Xiao Ping, and the fight wasn't fair, so he got angry and his face turned blue with rage. He turned around and walked away. Just then, Song Tianliang came over and tried to persuade Tang Jiaqiang to calm down a bit, promising to introduce his niece as a girlfriend. Only then did Tang Jiaqiang reluctantly agree to stay for dinner.

  "Uncle Song, my parents will be coming soon too." Tang Jiaqiang sat down and still warned Song Tianliang: "If Rere doesn't agree to be my girlfriend later on, it'll make my parents lose face. Don't blame everyone for losing face!"

  Song Tianliang secretly cursed in his heart, but on the surface he still vowed: "Tang Shao, don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter properly for you!"

  With Song Tianliang's guarantee, Tang Jiaqiang's mood improved a bit. However, during dinner, Song Lei deliberately sat far away from him, but was close to Xiao Ping. Seeing Xiao Ping and Song Lei being intimate, Tang Jiaqiang felt annoyed. If it weren't for the beautiful and fiery Song Lei, he would have left without looking back.

  Because it was Old Master Song's 70th birthday, the arrangements were more grand. After three rounds of drinks, first, Song Tianming and his generation came to wish the old master a happy birthday and also presented their prepared gifts to Father. Next, it was the turn of Song Lei and the younger generation to wish Grandfather a happy birthday and present gifts. Tang Jiaqiang deliberately provoked a glance at Xiao Ping, and unexpectedly walked towards the main table where Old Master Song was sitting. Xiao Ping would not show weakness, immediately holding Song Lei's small hand and following him up.

  Several younger generations sent birthday gifts that were all different. Song Tianliang's son gave the old man a box of good tea, while Song Tianqing's daughter gave him the latest iPhone 5. The eldest son, Song Tianming, whose children were studying abroad and couldn't rush back in time, also entrusted his father to pass on a piece of Pu'er tea that was over a decade old.

  These three people, because of their good family conditions, gave quite expensive gifts. Song Lei, who was already not very confident, felt even more insecure after seeing them. Xiao Ping saw the situation and quickly comforted her in a low voice: "Don't think too much, the old man values filial piety, not how expensive the gift is."

  Under Xiao Ping's encouragement, Song Lei gave her handmade scarf and blanket to Grandpa. Xiao Ping was right, the old man valued the younger generation's intentions more, and he was very happy no matter how expensive or inexpensive the gifts were. Seeing Grandpa smile happily, Song Lei's hanging heart finally put down.

  But at this moment, Song Tianqing's daughter Wang Yan suddenly said coldly: "Sister, it's Grandpa's 70th birthday, and you're giving him such a perfunctory gift?"

  Unexpectedly, the thing she was most worried about finally happened. Song Lei's face suddenly turned pale. This discordant sound also made the people around her who were talking quiet down, and everyone's eyes focused on Song Lei and Xiao Ping beside her.

  Tang Jiaqiang, who had been waiting on the side all along, finally waited for the opportunity and hurriedly jumped out to say loudly: "There are still gifts, there are still gifts. This is what Lailai and I sent together, wishing you a long life like the East China Sea and a longevity comparable to Mount Nanshan!"