Chapter 198: 198 Ideal Son-in-law (Second Update)

Under Song Shiqin’s gaze, Chu Jin quickly shuffled the cards.

The little girl sat in her lap, with her hands supporting her chin, blinked her eyes, and stared motionlessly at Song Shiqin.

So annoying, this weirdo still won’t leave!

After arranging the cards, Chu Jin looked up and asked, "May I know what Mr. Song would like to inquire about?"

Seeing her serious expression, with no hint of jest, Song Shiqin also straightened his face and spoke slowly, "Miss Chu, just say whatever you find."

Having nothing better to do, and since the young lady was taking it seriously, why not just play along with her.

Let’s see what nonsense she can come up with.

Chu Jin nodded, "Alright."

**

Elsewhere, in a high-class Western restaurant.

At a window-side seat, there was a woman with exquisite makeup, glowing like a peach blossom, dressed lavishly.

She had been sitting there for quite a while.

It seemed she was waiting for someone.

She would occasionally look up towards the entrance, and each time someone entered, her face would light up with delight, but after seeing the person’s face clearly, her expression would turn to one of disappointment.

She was the second daughter of the Li family, Li Mi, who had just returned from abroad two months ago.

She was also Song Shiqin’s blind date for the evening.

For this blind date, she had prepared for several days, everything from makeup to clothing was handled by a professional designer.

She was very much looking forward to this blind date.

She had seen Song Shiqin’s photo, and with just one glance, she was captivated by the vigorous man.

Even through that one photo, the man’s unique aura of nobility couldn’t be concealed!

She knew this man would be a challenging catch!

To avoid being looked down upon by Song Shiqin, she deliberately arrived 5 minutes late, believing Song Shiqin would already be there.

Unexpectedly, when she arrived, Song Shiqin was still not there.

Logically, as a military man, Song Shiqin should be punctual, so why was he late?

Could it be that he looked down on her, so he intentionally didn’t show up?

Or perhaps, this was a test?

Maybe he had arrived early and was now hiding in a corner, secretly observing her every move!

After all, Song Shiqin was so accomplished, having become a general at a young age!

His standards for a spouse must be very high.

With that thought, Li Mi straightened her back and gracefully sipped her coffee.

She was naturally beautiful, every move she made exuded the elegance of a noble and was a delight to the eye.

Though Song Shiqin hadn’t shown up, it did attract a lot of attention from the opposite sex.

All were politely declined by Li Mi.

Those suitors could only leave with regret.

Ten minutes passed, then twenty minutes, yet Song Shiqin’s figure still didn’t appear in the air, and Li Mi gradually grew restless.

She wondered what kind of game Song Shiqin was playing, as he still hadn’t arrived after so long.

Even if he really wanted to test her, twenty minutes should have been enough.

After all, she had spent 10 years studying abroad, and she wasn’t lacking in talent!

Which socialite of Capital City could compare to her?

Just then, her phone on the table rang, and Li Mi’s eyes lit up as she quickly answered, her voice very gentle, "Hello, Grandfather Song."

Whatever was said on the other side changed Li Mi’s expression slightly, then she responded with understanding, "Okay, Grandfather Song, I know. Military affairs are pressing, I understand."

After a sincere apology from the other side, although Li Mi’s face didn’t look good, her voice remained as gentle as ever, with no sign of displeasure, "Alright, Grandfather Song, I will definitely visit when I have time on Sunday, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Li Mi’s entire demeanor was not very pleasant.

Song Yuan called to say that Song Shiqin had sudden military duties and, therefore, couldn’t make the appointment.

Although Song Yuan said this, Li Mi was somewhat unbelieving.

The meeting had been settled several days in advance, how could Song Shiqin suddenly have something come up? Wouldn’t he have called in advance to notify her?

She had waited in vain for 30-40 minutes!

As commander-in-chief, overseeing the military, just how urgent must a military affair be to warrant the personal involvement of a commander-in-chief!

If a little situation required the Commander-in-Chief to enter the battlefield personally, then his soldiers below him would be raised in vain!

Moreover, if he couldn’t make it to the appointment, shouldn’t he call himself to explain? That would show more sincerity, wouldn’t it?

How could he let someone else take his place!

Could this be another test from the Song family?

Li Mi’s eyes narrowed slightly, the sharp and cold features of that exceptionally handsome face surfaced in her mind.

Li Mi, a true socialite from a wealthy family and blessed with beauty, possessed a face that could make anyone fall for her at first sight.

Therefore, it had always been others waiting for her and she had never experienced waiting for someone else.

Yet, in the end, that man had stood her up.

This only fueled Li Mi’s desire to conquer even more.

No matter whether Song Shiqin was a mortal or a deity, she was determined to have him!

Not a single man had ever escaped from the palm of her hand.

The position of Mrs. Song was hers for the taking.

Thinking this, Li Mi’s lips curved into a smile as she waved at a distant waiter, "Waiter, bill please. (服务员买单.)"

Having spent decades in M Country, she spoke English fluently with a refined accent, tinged with aristocratic overtones.

These words attracted the attention of many patrons around her.

A beautiful woman with a pleasant voice was undoubtedly a lovely sight in the coffee shop.

Feeling the gazes of those around her, Li Mi subconsciously straightened her posture, knowing that her charisma had not diminished.

It’s just a pity.

Song Shiqin had not witnessed this scene.

If he had, he would certainly have looked at her differently.

A military man like Song Shiqin probably hadn’t read many books, right? Otherwise, the Song family wouldn’t have chosen her as a candidate for their future daughter-in-law.

This was what was called complementarity.

If it were in the past, she definitely would not have paid attention to someone like Song Shiqin, uneducated and crude, as it would directly affect the next generation.

But now, things were different. Song Shiqin was Capital City’s youngest General!

And he was a true third-generation military family member!

His family held enormous power and dominated all sides!

He was one of the most ideal husband candidates among all the socialites in Capital City.

And he was beyond the reach of many.

Lost in her thoughts, the waiter approached the table. Li Mi was greeted with a very formal smile, "Hello, miss, here is your bill. (小姐您好,这是您的账单.)"

As the waiter handed over the bill, she did.

The waiter was a young woman with delicate features, around 19 or 20 years old. Even in a uniform, she did not seem inferior but rather carried herself with a distinctive grace, exuding a pleasant aura.

One couldn’t help but feel at ease looking at her.

Hearing the fluent English, Li Mi frowned slightly. She had not expected a mere waiter to speak English so well.

She had been abroad for ten years to master such thick English, and now a restaurant waiter spoke English. This left Li Mi somewhat irritated.

It was really vexing.

Li Mi slowly lifted her gaze and, upon seeing the waiter’s features, felt even more displeased. How could a waiter have such features?

Li Mi took the bill from the waiter leisurely.

Then she pulled out two red "Grandpa Maos" from her Chanel bag and handed them to the waiter with a touch of arrogance, "Here you are. (给你.)"

Her fingers were painted with dazzling vermilion, adorned with sparkling diamonds that shone brightly under the crystal lights, catching the eye.

Clearly, the nails of a well-maintained young lady who had never labored.

In stark contrast were the waiter’s nails, neatly trimmed and plain.

Li Mi looked at the waiter’s ordinary hands with a trace of disdain in her eyes.

A waiter was a waiter, no matter how exceptional their appearance or fluent their English.

They were always a rung lower on the social ladder.

The waiter’s expression remained unchanged as she took the red banknotes from Li Mi, about to say something, but was interrupted.

"This is your tip. (这是给你的小费.)"

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