Chapter 300 - Having Each Other In Their Minds

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“It’s okay. It’s indeed not very appropriate to drive at night after drinking too much.” Song Chuyi smiled lightly.

After breakfast, Song Chuyi went upstairs. Changqing got up half-awake and said, “Chuchu, which hotel are we going to in Sanya? I know there’s one…”

“I will arrange it. You don’t have to worry about anything,” Song Chuyi interrupted her.

Changqing pouted unhappily. She spent a very long time looking up information last night and as a result, she was so excited about the wedding when she fell asleep, but right now, he told her not to worry about it? “I want to. This is my wedding.”

Song Chuyi bent down and touched her nose helplessly, “You just need to enjoy the surprise I prepare for you.”

“Surprise?” Changqing’s eyes lit up. So her Dr. Song wanted to give her a surprise.

“Yeah. Trust me.” Song Chuyi picked up a book and started reading.

The winter sunlight cast a soft glow on him. Changqing was suddenly looking forward to the wedding she knew nothing about even more.

Although her Mr. Song was aloof, he was very good at surprising her.

“Right, Chuchu, are you going to invite your dad and the others to our wedding?” Changqing asked uneasily.

“No.” Song Chuyi didn’t look up. He was expressionless. “But my Fourth Uncle and his family will come over, along with two cousins from the States and also my uncle and aunt from my Mom’s side.”

“Is that appropriate?” Changqing blinked. If Song Huaisheng knew his son invited his relatives for his wedding but not him, he would be driven to his grave. “Not your grandma either?”

Song Chuyi shook his head. “She will probably be on cloud nine taking care of her grandson, so why disturb them? Actually, one of the reasons I chose to hold the wedding in Sanya was so that my dad wouldn’t disturb everyone. I feel frustrated just seeing them.”

Changqing pouted. So even Dr. Song had a motive. It wasn’t entirely because of her.

On the last day of December, Yan Lei and Shen Lu went back to Yangzhou. Yan Changxin and Lin Yiqin were spending the day at their house, and even Auntie Zhang went home.

Early in the morning, Changqing had to rehearse at the station for the Countdown Party.

For the entire day, Song Chuyi went to the supermarket with Robben and Lolita. From today onwards, he had decided to feed Robben dog food that was lower in calories so that he would stop eating the large chunks of pork and beef which made him so ridiculously fat.

Robben was down and didn’t want to eat the food. After rounds of forcing, threatening and enticing, he finally took a couple of bites.

After the man and two dogs finished their dinner, Song Chuyi left the two dogs at home and drove to the broadcasting station.

He met Zhan Mingwei and his wife at the entrance of Northern City Stadium. Tonight’s event was the station’s largest-scale program. The Northern City broadcasting station had already set up a stage at the stadium. Tonight, there would be tens of thousands of people coming to watch the show.

The three of them were sitting right in front. Just as they sat down, Song Chuyi felt a pat on his shoulder.

He turned behind and saw a familiar, slightly plump little girl standing in front. She was holding a signboard that said Qingqing. “It’s you again. Why haven’t you joined Qing FC after that?”

Song Chuyi suddenly recalled that this was the President of the so-called Qing FC. To think that he would meet her again. She was indeed a loyal fan.

“Who’s that?” Zhan Mingwei asked softly.

“Changqing’s fan,” Song Chuyi whispered. After that, he said to the little girl, “I forgot.”

“Forget about that. You didn’t bring anything to cheer Qingqing on again.” The President really had a lot to worry about and she stuffed the things in her hands to him again and even asked nosily, “Right, do you know that Changqing is married?”

Song Chuyi nodded.

The President sighed. “I didn’t expect Qingqing to get married so early. I wonder what her husband looks like. If he’s ugly and poor, I would definitely die of heartache.”

Song Chuyi was speechless. He really couldn’t understand the world of little girls nowadays. “Are these things important? What’s important is that he treats her well, right?”

“That is important but if a dinosaur-face were to be with her…” The President shuddered. “That’s like sticking a flower onto feces.”

The little girl only returned to her seat after the staff from the station came over to get everyone settled down. Zhan Mingwei was very entertained. “I can’t tell you’re so familiar with your wife’s fans. A pity they don’t even know that you’re their idol’s husband.”

“I’m… keeping a low profile.” Song Chuyi rolled his eyes at him.

When the Countdown Party started at eight, Changqing and Zuo Qian went up on stage together with a few other hosts. There were a total of six hosts. They were paired up and of course, Changqing was paired with Zuo Qian.

The program was meticulously designed and very exciting. Not only did the station spend a large sum of money to invite a popular Korean boyband, they even invited the popular singers of various age groups.

Of course, there were also skits and drama performances. Changqing even appeared in two skits. She acted as a village peasant in one of them and Zhan Mingwei was singing praises at the side. “Your wife looks quite the part as a village peasant.”

Song Chuyi glared coldly at him.

After every hour into the program, there was a lucky draw segment. The participants were the audience members present. At the 11 o’clock lucky draw, Zhan Mingwei nudged Song Chuyi. “Hurry up.”

“What for?” Song Chuyi was bewildered. He realized Changqing was eyeing him as well.

“You won. Go up and pick a prize,” Zhan Mingwei reminded.

Song Chuyi was speechless. Why must he go on stage every time he appeared?

He stood up and walked over. When Zuo Qian saw him, he was also shocked. He smiled and asked into the microphone, “What’s your surname, sir, and what’s your occupation?”

“Song,” Song Chuyi said lightly. “Doctor.”

“A doctor’s great.” Zuo Qian continued to ask him: “It’s almost the new year. Do you have any new year wishes?”

Song Chuyi was silent for a good five seconds before saying with a clear voice, “I’m getting married after the new year. I wish my wife will be blissfully happy while married to me.”

After he was done, the audience broke into thunderous applause.

Changqing watched him with a slight blush. Tonight, Song Chuyi was wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. He looked clean and tall. Zuo Qian, who was clad in a smart suit standing beside him, also seemed to have his limelight stolen from him.

After the applause died down, Changqing said gently, “I think your wife will definitely feel very blissful.”

Zuo Qian also smiled gently. “I think so too. Here, pick a price.”

Changqing brought the red box over with a bright smile. Song Chuyi put his hand in and picked up a 65 inch TV sponsored by an electronic company.

“Wow, this mister here has great luck,” Zuo Qian said with a smile. “He’s won our second prize here. Do you have anything you would like to say?”

Song Chuyi thought for a moment and answered the question: “It’s perfect; we need a TV in our new house. My wife will definitely be delighted.”

Changqing covered her face with her cue cards. Oh no, oh no, why must Song Chuchu keep teasing me on stage? He’s making my heart thump so quickly that I can’t host properly. She quickly said, “Your wife will definitely be elated. Alright, thank you sir, please return to your seat. Next up, let’s enjoy the performance brought to us by a Heavenly Queen from Taiwan. Can you guess who she is? Let’s take a look.”

Song Chuchu walked downstage and returned to his seat. Siyao couldn’t help but laugh secretly and said, “This Mr. Song—you’re too much, talking about your wife all the time. Can’t you see that Changqing is already embarrassed by what you said?”

“I don’t think so.” Song Chuyi’s lips curled up.

Zhan Mingwei clicked his tongue and said, “I really couldn’t tell. You look so aloof usually but you really have a way with sweet nothings. I lose to you. Right, Shaobin texted me just now. He said you’re so mushy he was about to throw up.”

“He’s watching the live broadcast?” Song Chuyi raised his brows.

“Yeah, with the old one and the young one at home.”

“He’s never dated before so he wouldn’t understand us,” Song Chuyi said succinctly.

When midnight was approaching, the Heavenly Queen sang her final song. The hosts all came back on stage and counted down together.

On the last second, fireworks erupted from all four sides.

Changqing was wishing everyone a happy new year on stage and would occasionally glance at Song Chuyi, who was sitting downstage nearby. He lifted his head and looked at the fireworks overhead. The countless sparkles of dazzling colors were reflected in his eyes.

She felt a sudden warmth in her heart.

Although their first “Happy New Year” wasn’t said to each other, and although she couldn’t be by his side for the countdown, it didn’t seem that bad with her onstage and him downstage, watching the same fireworks and having each other in their minds.

This new year seemed to be different because of him.

On stage, every host gave a comment on their hopes for the new year. When it was Changqing’s turn, she couldn’t help but say with a smile, “I remember last year during the countdown, I made a silent wish to be able to find someone I liked. Actually, I didn’t carry much hope about it, but I didn’t think I would really be able to find him and even marry him. As the saying goes, ‘there’s a surprise at every corner’. I didn’t believe it, but now I do. The person you like might just appear by your side unexpectedly, so in the new year, I hope that all the single people out there can find their happiness.”

It was almost 12:30 am when the Countdown Party officially ended.

Song Chuyi, Zhan Mingwei, and his wife walked out from a specially-arranged route. Song Chuyi waited in the car until around 1:30 am when Changqing, wearing a coat, got into his car after looking around. “You must’ve waited for a very long time; I’m sorry. Our Boss gave out red pockets tonight and I waited for quite a while.”

After saying that, she pulled out a thick red pocket from her bag. Her eyes glimmered. “Let me count how much money there is.”

Song Chuyi shook his head helplessly. What a money-grubber.

“Wow, there’s actually $2000,” Changqing said with surprise.

“Is $2000 a lot?” Song Chuyi found her funny. “What do you think you can do with it based on your spending ability?”

“Isn’t it a lot? Your basic salary is usually $10,000 at most.” Changqing tucked the money away carefully and neatly in her purse. “I can add a few tanks of oil, and buy a lot of good food and a lot of lipsticks. There’s a lot of places I can use it.”