After a secret marriage, the heir to a wealthy family asks to make it public every day

It was not until he got off the bus that Song Jinshu received a call from Chang Xile, "I called Dad, he's outside my company, go take him back!"

Without waiting for Song Jinshu to answer, she hung up the phone.

Song Jinshu felt speechless, but still called Chang Pingchuan immediately.

This time, he answered, "Jinshu."

"Dad, where are you? I'm at the bus stop next to Hengyuan Company. I'll come to see you."

Chang Pingchuan sighed, "I'll go find you!"

Ten minutes later, Song Jinshu saw Chang Pingchuan. He looked very haggard, and a sleepless night had a great impact on a man of his age.

"Dad!" Song Jinshu just called out "Dad" and said nothing. She believed that Chang Xile must have argued with her father, and the conclusion was obvious. As an outsider, she had no right to speak.

After taking a look at Song Jinshu, Chang Pingchuan sighed: If only Xile could be like Jinshu, at least well-behaved and sensible.

"When I got here and saw this building, I understood that it would be impossible for Xile to work here on her own." Chang Pingchuan seemed to explain to Song Jinshu that he had thought it through and would not act impulsively anymore.

Song Jinshu nodded, "It's so hard to find a good job now! Not to mention that this is the face of the Jiang family's grandparents."

"Did the Jiang family say when they will hold your wedding?" Chang Pingchuan suddenly asked.

Song Jinshu thought for a moment and said, "Let's agree to have a secret marriage."

Chang Pingchuan opened his mouth but still said nothing.

When Song Jinshu returned to the bureau, Zhang Qiming asked with concern, "Is everything alright?"

"It's okay." Song Jinshu naturally couldn't tell others that Chang Xile ran away from home and lived with her boyfriend.

She sent a WeChat message to her mother: Mom, is Dad home yet?

Yang Guiyun replied: I went to bed as soon as I got home!

Song Jinshu: Looking at Dad’s expression, he is very hurt!

Yang Guiyun: Xile is too naive! His mind is not clear, he is just obsessed with love.

Song Jinshu: You know my sister's temper. Unless she figures it out, she won't turn back. Dad has been in a bad mood recently, so please stop nagging and don't say anything bad about my sister.

Yang Guiyun: Got it, got it! By the way, your salary card is still here, take it back as soon as possible!

Song Jinshu: I’ll get it when I go back!

Putting down the phone, Song Jinshu realized that since she and Jiang Jinfeng got married, her mother had really changed and was no longer greedy for her money. Not only did she return a year's salary, but now she also wanted to return the salary card.

But Song Jinshu did not feel happy. She knew that this was a decision her mother made after weighing the pros and cons.

Although Yang Guiyun was not well educated, she had a lot of ideas in her mind. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a rural girl like her to marry Song Jinshu's father Song Chen in her first marriage and Chang Pingchuan in her second marriage.

In her memory, Yang Guiyun's impression was very vague. After all, her father and mother divorced when she was six years old. And until her father died when she was twelve years old, Yang Guiyun never went back to see her. On the contrary, Yang Guiyun's parents and her grandparents often took her to their homes to stay for a few days.

Later, when her father passed away, Yang Guiyun took her to her home in the city, and they gradually became familiar with each other.

After coming to her senses, Song Jinshu started to work. Since Su Pengpeng left the office, she had more work to do. All kinds of work were assigned to her. The director in charge arranged for her, Li Yiming arranged for her, and even Lao Weiwei arranged for her.

Song Jinshu was unhappy, but fortunately he was busy all the time and could still handle it, so he didn't say anything.

But every day when I get off work, I feel tired in my eyes, stomach, and waist. It is far less relaxed than before. Sometimes I don’t even have the mood to cook dinner. I just buy something simple or make some instant noodles.

Because he went out to look for Chang Pingchuan today, some work was not finished, so Song Jinshu had to work overtime.

Seeing her working overtime, Li Yiming also expressed his willingness to work overtime with her. Fortunately, he was called away by a phone call, otherwise Song Jinshu would have to take the work home to do it.

When Jiang Jinfeng finished his overtime work and came to Jingshui Villa, he first went to the downstairs where Song Jinshu lived and saw that the lights were not on, so he called her, "Girl, are you asleep or haven't you come back yet?"

"I worked overtime today and just finished my work. I was just about to go home!" Song Jinshu's voice was full of fatigue.

Jiang Jinfeng said hurriedly: "Don't worry! I'll pick you up! Come downstairs in ten minutes!"

"Okay!" Song Jinshu felt less anxious.

Putting down her phone, she drank some water and went to the bathroom before packing up. After taking one last look around, she turned off the lights, locked the door, and walked along the long corridor toward the elevator.

After exiting the elevator, Song Jinshu walked out of the building and down the stairs. He found Jiang Jinfeng's white Volkswagen parked there, so he walked over, opened the passenger door, got in, and said while fastening his seat belt, "Thank you, brother!"

"Thank me for picking you up?" Jiang Jinfeng started the car.

Song Jinshu nodded. "I've been working for more than a year and have worked overtime several times. Every time, no matter how late I worked, no one came to pick me up."

"Someone will come to pick you up in the future!" Jiang Jinfeng said.

Song Jinshu looked at him sideways, "Brother, thank you!"

"Don't thank me. I didn't say I would pick you up every time. I'm busy and often sleep in the office, so I don't have much time to pick you up." Jiang Jinfeng glanced at his somewhat disappointed wife and smiled, "I'll find someone to pick you up."

Jiang Jinfeng changed the subject, "You are so tired today, will you get up and practice driving tomorrow morning?"

"Practice! The exam is next week, you need to practice until you are familiar with it."

Jiang Jinfeng nodded, "Okay, let's meet at the same place tomorrow."

On Friday night, Lu Shuang called, "Jinshu, my mother is out of the hospital! I will use the driving school's car to practice with you for two days tomorrow and the day after tomorrow!"

"Okay, that's great! See you tomorrow!" Song Jinshu said. She was also worried that she would not pass the exam.

Putting down her phone, she looked at Jiang Jinfeng who was sitting next to her, "Brother, starting tomorrow, you don't have to get up early to practice driving with me!"

"Is your coach free?" Jiang Jinfeng knew it was Lu Shuang calling, and asked with a smile.

Song Jinshu nodded and explained, "I think I should practice with Dashuang for two days. After all, she has experience in teaching students. Although your driving skills are pretty good, they may be different from your coach's style."

Raising his hand to rub her head, Jiang Jinfeng said, "Silly girl, there's no need to explain so much to me. Do you think I'll be unhappy? But you don't have to get up early, I'm so happy!"

Seeing his exaggerated expression, Song Jinshu smiled and said, "Brother, if I pass the third subject in one try, you will have made the greatest contribution."

"Your little mouth is as sweet as honey. You really know how to coax people!"

Song Jinshu's eyes widened. "Does brother like to listen to unpleasant things?"

"Of course not! I've heard too many nasty things at home. Aunts and aunties said, I've heard enough!"