August 14th, early morning.
In the living room.
Linda Chen was already up, preparing breakfast.
Lucy Han sprawled on her bed without a care, her lips pursed in sleep, quietly enjoying her lazy morning. She slept soundly, occasionally murmuring in her dreams.
Click.
William Han pushed open the door, walked to his son's bedroom, listened for a moment, then went to the kitchen. "Andrew Han is practicing martial arts again—he's so diligent."
Swish, swish.
Linda Chen stirred the kelp and pork rib soup in the pot, sprinkled in a pinch of salt, and shook her head. "I got up at seven, and Andrew Han was already training. That's probably why Mr. Ning appreciates him so much."
It's been two or three days already.
But the graduation banquet is still fresh in my mind. Leonard Gao's behavior must have been because Mr. Ning was sitting there.
As she spoke,
Linda Chen covered the pot, letting the soup boil and fill the room with its rich aroma.
"I think so too," William Han chuckled softly.
The couple had nearly guessed the truth, but what puzzled them was that they couldn't find any information about Miles Ning online. Even top officials in Huaguo should be searchable.
Since they couldn't find anything, they simply suppressed their curiosity.
By middle age, the urge to satisfy curiosity fades. Besides, in William Han and Linda Chen's hearts, Miles Ning was kind and dignified, the very image of a great scholar.
Having their son train under Miles Ning could only be a good thing.
Whoosh, whoosh.
The pork rib soup bubbled, sending up clouds of steam.
Linda Chen leaned against the wall, gazing at the swirling steam, her face softening with satisfaction. "We used to worry about Andrew Han finding a job. Not to mention the future—even now, he's already surpassed everything we ever hoped for."
William Han was momentarily stunned, overcome with mixed emotions.
He sighed, "I always thought that if my son found a well-paying job, could afford the mortgage, and married a good woman, that would be a fulfilling life. We would be content."
"But now—"
That Gao Liang'an signed a cooperation agreement with your brother, with an order amounting to fifty million. Your brother called me yesterday, and made it clear that all of this was thanks to Andrew. I can't believe it, I really can't.
As he spoke, William Han shook his head, rambling on.
At that moment.
Linda Chen quickly looked at William Han. "You're right. Our son's marriage is important too, we have to think about it early."
Huh?
That's not what I meant!
William Han was taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh. "It's too soon, much too soon. Our son is still so young."
"How is he young? He's at least an adult now." Linda Chen's eyes showed a hint of contemplation. "Just a couple of days ago, I saw him chatting with a female classmate. That girl also got into Southland University."
William Han frowned, "Monica Zhang?"
Linda Chen quickly asked, "Who is that? You know her?"
William Han glanced toward the bedroom, quickly closed the kitchen door, and whispered, "She's Roy Zhang's daughter. She's quite pretty, well-mannered, and I think she's a good kid. But old Zhang seems to have some bias against our son."
Bias?
Linda Chen was momentarily surprised, then smiled gently.
If there were no feelings, would there be bias? It seemed she ought to find time to meet this Monica Zhang.
...
Inside the bedroom.
Andrew Han slowly released the Solar Pillar Stance, exhaling evenly several times.