After the concert ended, Zhao Tiancheng rushed backstage as soon as possible.
A few girls were taking off their makeup and changing their clothes. Next to them, Jing Dashuai and Monica's teams were also packing up. This concert had ended, but they still had work to do.
Zhao Tiancheng happily walked in with a beer belly: "Hurry up, we need to catch a flight!"
Ge Dongxuan: "What's the big rush? I was going to take Xiangwan to eat some duck blood vermicelli noodles..."
Nan Xiangwan immediately looked over with bright eyes.
But Zhao Tiancheng had already covered Ge Dongxuan's mouth, saying loudly: “Hurry, hurry, hurry! The flight to Guangzhou is about to take off!"
Then he pushed everyone out to board the bus.
Sitting in the vehicle, Nan Xiangwan rested her hands on the window, staring longingly at Jingling City.
She didn't want to leave, she still wanted to eat.
At this time, Zhou Wenxia leaned in and whispered: "Don't be upset, Guangzhou has the most authentic Cantonese morning tea, as well as egg tarts, milk tea, rice noodles..."
Nan Xiangwan immediately revived with full energy: "Eat!"
Zhu Sha said: "Every place nationwide has delicious local foods we can enjoy while on tour."
Nan Xiangwan: "There are two stops left."
Zhu Sha said profoundly: “After we finish eating Guangzhou's food, it'll be my turn.”
Yun Qian was somewhat surprised: "Team captain is from the Imperial Capital?"
Zhu Sha smiled: "Yes, I'll take you all to eat."
Sha Ling: "I really can't tell! The team captain doesn't speak with an erhua accent at all."
At this moment, Nan Xiangwan had a blank expression on her face. The Imperial Capital?
Beibei is in the Imperial Capital.
The last stop, maybe she could see Beibei?
Nan Xiangwan suddenly felt inexplicably very happy.
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In the Peach Blossom Villa of the Gusu City Garden District.
After dinner, Nan Song and Xin Zi were sitting on the sofa chatting casually while watching the news.
Next to them, Nan ChaoYang was sitting obediently also watching the news.
Xin Zi: “ChaoYang, when you go to school in the future, you can’t miss the daily news broadcasts, understand?"
Nan ChaoYang nodded: "Of course, after I enroll I'll be a soldier like mom. I won't just watch the news every day, I'll also pay attention to major military news and even dream about training."
Xin Zi: "Right, no more games then."
Nan ChaoYang: "......"
Seeing his son's reluctance, Nan Song laughed: "He's going to military academy not battle, playing games a bit on weekends is fine."
Xin Zi: "You can only choose one between games and basketball."
Nan ChaoYang's breathing intensified immediately, this was way too hard to decide!
Seeing the situation, Nan Song lowered his head to look at his phone.
Afterward, Xin Zi nagged ChaoYang for a bit.
Nan ChaoYang didn't say anything, just kept nodding. Mom was the boss at home, whatever she said was right, even if she was wrong she was still right.
After talking for a while, Xin Zi suddenly said: "Later at school, take care of your sister more. I know you don't like having to look after your sister as her little brother, but she's still a girl after all."
Nan ChaoYang: "Mom are you confused? We already graduated, I'm going to college now, not the same school."
Xin Zi: "Oh, is that so?"
Nan ChaoYang: "Don't worry mom, I'll give her a call every day on time like an alarm clock to check up on her!"
Xin Zi just smiled without speaking.
At this time, Nan Song showed Xin Zi his phone screen: "Dear, what do you think of this house? It's a new listing on Pingjiang Road."
Xin Zi brushed him off: "I don't understand real estate, just handle it as you see fit."
Nan Song: "Ok, I’ll buy one apartment each for our son and daughter."
Nan Song acted swiftly. Once he spotted something he liked he would purchase it. Just now he had already sent a message to secure two units.
Fuqian was a Suzhou-style garden villa. The houses were built like private residences from the Nationalist period, accurately restoring the feng shui and architectural styles of the old Wuyue culture.
As soon as units were listed they sold out!
Nan Song still had over a dozen private residences under his name from purchasing long ago. But now he had exceeded the limit on personal home purchases, and didn't know if they could be passed down to his two children in the future.
Thinking of this, Nan Song looked at Nan ChaoYang.
If Nan ChaoYang got married early and had more kids, wouldn’t those houses of his have recipients?
As for Nan XiangWan, Nan Song already had plans. He would give his biggest private residence to his daughter, add a lakeside one at Taihu, and one Peach Garden villa, totaling the limit of three.
He was biased as a parent and didn’t hope for his daughter to marry and have kids too early.
So for inheritance matters, Nan Song looked to his son first.
His gaze was profound, occasionally shifting downward.
Nan ChaoYang felt a bit uneasy being stared at by dad. He subconsciously squeezed his legs together: "Dad, what are you looking at?"
Nan Song: “You know the country is currently encouraging childbirth, right?"
Nan ChaoYang was baffled: "Yeah I know, the birth rate is too low. I heard they might even lower the marriage age?"
Xin Zi rebuked: "Don't keep saying ‘I heard, I heard’. Don't spread rumors about policies that haven't been released yet. That’s not how an aspiring soldier should act!"
Nan ChaoYang: "Oh right, yes mom."
Nan Song: "When you reach marrying age, have three kids in five years."
Nan ChaoYang: "???"
Nan Song went on: "If you feel rushed, start dating now. But remember not to let the girl suffer before marriage, you understand that right? Once you've set your sights on one, bring her home for dad to approve."
Nan ChaoYang: “!!!”
Even Xin Zi looked over in shock: “What are you saying? He’s not an adult yet and you’re telling him this stuff?”
Too early!
Nan Song put on a nonchalant expression and didn’t even feel like talking anymore.
Xin Zi slapped the table: “Nan Song, calm yourself! I forbid you from participating in our children’s coming of age ceremonies! I want to properly celebrate their birthdays with them! Don't you dare mess it up!"
The wife has spoken, so Nan Song immediately kowtowed: "Understood, I'll do as you say."
Xin Zi: “Just celebrate at home! I don't want to see other people, too many headaches."
Nan Song: "Alright, home it is. I'll order the cakes."
Nan ChaoYang: "I want ice cream cake."
Nan Song: "Quiet, you."
Nan ChaoYang: "My sister wants ice cream cake too."
Nan Song: “Fine, dad will order a big ice cream cake.”
