Chapter 310: Still Gonna Have a Drink

After leaving the conference room, Song Qingtian glanced at the time and went back to rest for a while.

“Let’s go eat in a bit. Get ready and come with me,” she said.

Yang Yifan immediately made the arrangements, and the two of them left the office.

Song Qingtian took Yang Yifan out to dinner—she was treating.

Yang Yifan felt quite uncomfortable: “Why don’t we just call President Ling and ask him to join us?”

As a mere secretary, was it really appropriate for him to accompany the president’s wife to a romantic restaurant like this?

Song Qingtian dismissed his concern: “Whatever you want.”

Yang Yifan stared at the steak in front of him, finding it hard to swallow.

The steak was indeed top-notch—but he couldn’t help wondering whether their meal was being conducted in a proper manner.

It wasn’t that he doubted Song Qingtian’s intentions; rather, he worried that her motives might not be entirely pure.

When it came to Song Qingtian’s arrogance, it seemed to run deep in her very bones.

In the past, he hadn’t realized just how proud and aloof she could be.

But why he hadn’t seen it before, and why there was such a stark contrast now—Yang Yifan couldn’t quite explain.

Now that things had turned out this way, there was no point in dwelling on it any longer.

All he knew was that whenever Song Qingtian did something out of character, there was always a purpose behind it.

He didn’t want to end up like Shen Conghao.

After thinking it over, Yang Yifan picked up the phone and called Ling Hanyu.

“President Ling…”

Song Qingtian sliced her steak and lifted her eyes to look at Yang Yifan, who was so startled he didn’t dare breathe.

Ling Hanyu was at the police station, eating a boxed lunch with his daughter.

There were vendors selling boxed lunches right outside the police station, and Ling Nuonuo thought they must be delicious, so she wanted some.

Ling Hanyu checked the time—it was lunchtime after all—and went himself to buy two boxes.

At that moment, the two of them were happily digging into their meals.

Ling Nuonuo was absolutely thrilled, saying it was the best food in the world and smiling as she ate, praising it again and again.

She even wanted to take some home for her maternal grandparents.

The officers at the station couldn’t help but notice this rich young lady—they clearly had never experienced hardship.

Having grown up indulging in delicacies from mountains and seas, she was now so happy just eating a simple boxed lunch.

Ling Hanyu answered the call: “What’s up?”

“President Ling, I’m having dinner with the madam at a restaurant. The atmosphere here is very romantic—perfect for couples. Would you like to bring Miss Nuonuo along?”

“We’re eating right now. You guys go ahead and enjoy your meal.”

With that, Ling Hanyu hung up and handed a little meatball to his daughter.

Ling Nuonuo loved it—though it didn’t actually contain any meat, just millet.

Still, she adored it.

Because she loved it so much, she was bursting with joy.

“Daddy, can we come here every day from now on?”

Ling Nuonuo wanted to eat boxed lunches every single day.

“If you like it, then we’ll come every day.”

Ling Hanyu didn’t mind at all—he planned to train Yang Yifan well, so that when he wasn’t around, Yang Yifan could handle everything at the company.

That way, he could focus on having children and taking care of his daughter.

The officers at the station looked down on them both with disdain.

What a pair of scoundrels!

Yang Yifan was completely baffled—how could President Ling be so laid-back?

Only after putting down his phone did Yang Yifan finally start eating.

“Want a drink?” Song Qingtian asked.

Yang Yifan looked up: “No, thanks. I’ve got work to do…”

“Water or juice then?”

“Orange juice!”

Song Qingtian ordered orange juice, while she herself poured herself a glass of wine.

Yang Yifan broke out in a sweat, watching Song Qingtian drink her wine and sip her water without distinction, growing increasingly worried.

“Madam… you shouldn’t…”

“It’s fine—I can hold my liquor through a thousand cups!”

Song Qingtian set down her red wine glass, lowered her head, and slowly sliced her steak before bringing it to her mouth.

She said, “When you’re eating steak, it’s best to have a drink—without wine, it just doesn’t taste right. Since you and President Ling aren’t drinking together, and you’re not even eating steak yourself, there’s no need to worry about those things. As far as I know, you’ve got a pretty good tolerance, right?”

“Not bad. My job isn’t just to accompany President Ling; I also have to hold the fort when it comes to drinking. Sometimes… I have to have a few drinks out on the town.”

“Then go ahead and drink. I’ll call the driver to keep us company.”

Song Qingtian picked up the phone and called Uncle Lin, asking him to arrange a car.

Yang Yifan looked utterly embarrassed—he hadn’t even agreed, yet she’d already made the call.

“Go ahead and drink,” Song Qingtian said.

She poured a glass for Yang Yifan.

Yang Yifan stared at the drink, completely at a loss—now he was stuck between a rock and a hard place: he couldn’t refuse, but he couldn’t exactly say yes either.

Yet in the end, he decided to take a sip.

End of Chapter 310: Still Gonna Have a Drink