NOVPUB"Son, aren’t either of these girls your girlfriend?"
When Tang Qiufeng asked this, there was a distinct feeling of frustration as if she was disappointed in him.
Feeling very awkward, Song Bing said, "Mom, don’t talk nonsense. Bingbing is a TV host responsible for interviewing Wu Bin. The other lady is Wu Bin’s sister, how could she possibly be my girlfriend?"
Tang Qiufeng, with her experience, immediately knew by the girls’ reactions that they were not interested in Song Bing.
As for Zhu Ling, it goes without saying, the girl is only interested in food and indifferent to everything else.
He Bingbing’s reaction was even more intriguing. When Tang Qiufeng had just asked that question, He Bingbing had instinctively looked at Wu Bin, which was telling enough.
Knowing that neither of these two was a prospect, Tang Qiufeng couldn’t help but press on, "What about at school then? There must be someone there who likes you, right? You really need to hurry up; time waits for no one. You’re already this old. If you don’t hurry to get married and have kids, it might be too late later."
Song Bing felt overwhelmed. Every time he went home, Tang Qiufeng would rush him like this, and unexpectedly, she was doing the same now in front of others.
The audience in the livestream laughed at this scene.
"This is so real, just like what my mom would say. In high school, I had a crush on my classmate, and my parents were so nervous about me falling in love early, insisting that I cut ties with that girl. Once I got to university, they completely changed their tunes, saying how nice that girl was and questioning why I wasn’t in touch with her anymore."
"My parents did the same, always telling me before the college entrance exams not to date boys early or go out with them to avoid being taken advantage of. But after the exams, every time I went home, they asked why I wasn’t dating yet and encouraged me to try boldly, or I’d miss out. It’s really frustrating."
It seems almost everyone has experienced being pressured into marriage, especially in families like Song Bing’s that place great importance on the next generation’s marriage.
Song Bing said exasperatedly, "Mom, these things can’t be rushed; even if you push me, it’s no use. I’m still young and don’t want to find a girlfriend so early."
Hearing this, Tang Qiufeng was instantly displeased.
"Young? What young! Do you even realize you’re already nineteen? By the time you graduate from university, you’ll be twenty-three!"
"Do the math yourself. If you wait till after graduation to get married, you’d be forty-one when your child turns eighteen. If you can’t get married after graduating, you might not see your child enter college until you’re fifty!"
"Even if you can wait, do you think we can? Can’t you consider us for a moment?"
Tang Qiufeng did have a point in what she said.
Many young people feel they are still young and need to venture out for a few years, which unfortunately ends up delaying matters.
After all, there are only a few prime years for childbirth. Missing them can make it challenging to conceive and bear children later on.
But Tang Qiufeng was indeed a bit too anxious. Nowadays, plenty of people who don’t get married or have children until their forties are quite common. Pressing Song Bing too much might just make him decide not to have kids at all.
Then, a large inheritance would have no one to pass it on to.
"Mom, didn’t I tell you? I’m still young and not interested in settling down yet. If you keep this up, I’m going to take Wu Bin and head back to school," Song Bing warned.
Seeing Song Bing talk back like this, Tang Qiufeng was left with no way to persuade him.
Song Bing disliked the topic, so Tang Qiufeng had no choice but to switch to another subject to continue the conversation.
"After dinner, let’s go see your uncle. He’s currently in the village. He has been missing you and saying he hasn’t seen you in a long time. He wants to meet with you."
Song Bing acknowledged with an "Oh," indicating he understood.
After breakfast, Song Bing decided to take Wu Bin and the others for a walk around the village.
Leaving the villa, Wu Bin realized that the entrance to the village was actually right behind his house.
Originally, Wu Bin thought that such a rural village would be relatively remote and backward.
Who knew that every household in the village had a small western-style house, which, although not as grand as Song Bing’s villa, was much better than the average urban house.
Not only did these small western-style houses have their own little yards, but the roads at the front were newly paved, with flat cement roads, attractive street lamps, and clean, tidy tiled roofs and tiled walls.
Everything was new, which made Wu Bin couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
"Your village is so wealthy?"
Song Bing said somewhat proudly, "Yes, you see, my dad opened a factory that makes wood carvings."
"Every household in our village can do wood carving, and they’re quite skilled at it. It’s just that they didn’t used to think of it as a craft, nor did they know that they could make money from it."
"Ever since my dad set up the factory, everything has changed. The villagers can earn a living with their skills, and my dad can sell their wood carvings all over the world, it’s a win-win situation, everyone makes money."
Hearing Song Bing say this, Wu Bin couldn’t help but admire his father, Song Ren.
To know that a person can make money is not really a big deal, at most, it means you’re doing well.
But if you can enable the whole village to earn money together, that really is a skill.
And it’s also a very good way to accumulate merit and reputation since you’re helping the whole village earn money, wouldn’t the whole village be grateful to you?
And indeed, that was the case.
As Song Bing walked through the village, everyone in the village who saw him greeted him proactively and even enthusiastically invited him for meals.
"Isn’t that Song Bing? Back for the holiday? Come to my house for lunch, my daughter is back for the holiday too."
"Song Bing, didn’t you say last time you wanted to join me for a couple of drinks? When will that be?"
"Go away, go to your house? What’s so good about your home cooking? Come to my house instead, my braised pork ribs are delicious."
The villagers were too enthusiastic, so much so that Song Bing was a bit overwhelmed.
Just then, a man holding a black briefcase approached from a distance.
Seeing him, Song Bing quickly went up to greet him.
"Uncle."
Tang Hao glanced at Song Bing and nodded.
"You young man, not even telling us in advance when you’re back. I’ve already spoken to your parents, you guys will have lunch at my house today."
Song Bing nodded repeatedly.
"All right, we’ll do as you arrange, Uncle."
