Ch 651: Dear Uncle

Dusk deepened, and the restaurant closed early today.

The Boss invited Lao Bao and Han Du’er to eat at the Mei Ling Bar; after preparing, the two set off.

Tang Song slept for a few hours in the attic. Coming down, he saw the waiters bustling about. The dishes on the dining table were exquisitely prepared—unlike anything he’d seen in the many days he’d been hiding there.

“Feeling generous, preparing a feast for me?” he joked.

The Boss leaned against the doorframe, smoking, clouds of smoke obscuring his face. “You think too much. We have guests arriving.”

“Where is she?”

“Taking care of a patient.”

A doctor had already come to see Jing Hua, and medicine had been given, but Su Ling’er still couldn’t rest easy and remained by Jing Hua’s side, caring for him.

Tang Song furrowed his brow, pulling out a chair and sitting down. “What can a man who has terminated his contract with his Master do?”

The Boss chuckled, “Of course, he returns to the status of a normal person. Actually, I think Jing Hua and Su Ling’er are quite a good match.”

For some reason, Tang Song felt restless.

“I want to go back home.”

“Really?” The Boss’s eyes lit up. This ancestor was finally willing to go home. “I’ll have someone prepare your airplane ticket back home immediately!”

Just as he was about to call a waiter, Tang Song gave him a stern glare. “You’re so eager to see me go? You’re my uncle, after all.” He smiled with a sly look; he always remembered that the Mei Ling Bar’s Boss was his father’s younger brother.

The Boss stood with his hands behind his back, coughing heavily. “Because I am your uncle, I sincerely hope you can return home as soon as possible! Your parents must be very worried. Besides, you’re in your twenties; how can you still act so recklessly and worry your parents?”

These words were a slap in the face. He had run away to T-country years ago because he disliked his parents’ control, but fortunately, he was wealthy, powerful, and capable. Within half a year, he had established the Mei Ling Bar.

Tang Song clearly knew about the Boss’s past. “Uncle, when are you planning to see my father again?”

Since leaving home as a youth, the Boss and Tang Minghui had met only a handful of times, and in those few meetings, Tang Minghui had practically wanted to beat the Boss to death!

See again?

Impossible.

So the Boss said, “Whenever fate allows, we will meet again.”

Tang Song slowly pulled out his mobile phone. “I suddenly don’t want to go back by myself. It’s better if my parents and younger brother come here to pick me up.”

“You dare!” The Boss snatched the mobile phone and shouted.

“Fine, then don’t eagerly expect me to go back.”

“Wow! This is such a feast!” After Jing Hua fell asleep, Su Ling’er came out of the room. The aroma of food filled her nostrils, instantly making her hungry.

Her stomach conveniently chimed in with a hungry signal.

Tang Song looked down at his wristwatch. “Your guests are terribly unpunctual.”

But the Boss laughed, “I never mentioned a specific time. Everything is up to fate.”

“Big Brother!”

The voice came before the person.

Lao Bao and Han Du’er came side by side.

The Boss laughed openly, completely unaware of any inappropriateness. “Come, come! Sit down, we haven’t had a meal together in a long time.”

Tang Song’s expression stiffened for only a moment, quickly returning to normal. He gallantly pulled out a chair for Su Ling’er. “Sit.”

Su Ling’er looked at Han Du’er, then at Tang Song, understanding dawned on her, and she happily accepted. “Thank you.”

Seeing her gentle and lovely smile directed at him, Tang Song’s heart was touched, and his expression became even gentler.

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