Song Moqian: "From now on, don't take public transportation to school anymore. Dad will arrange a driver for you."
As the one in charge of the family, Song Luokui naturally would not object.
Song Luosheng: "I'll also get Kuikui a car, it'll be safer."
No one else objected to this either.
Song Moqian suddenly looked at Song Luokui and hesitated for a moment before asking: "Are Kuikui and that older brother from the Chi Family on very good terms?"
Song Luokui was puzzled: "Huh?"
Song Luosheng, on the other hand, frowned directly. "Kuikui has no relationship with that person. Dad, why are you asking this?"
Song Luokui's gaze shifted, not daring to speak. Could it be that Dad found out? Song Moqian could tell what was going on with just one look, but he didn't ask further: "Nothing, just asking."
Of course he knew that his own son and the one from the Chi Family didn't get along, but he didn't expect his own daughter to seem to have a pretty good relationship with that person from the Chi Family too?
Recalling how Chi Yu said: "We're friends."
Song Moqian studied his precious daughter once more. He was just afraid it wasn't just friendship, but for now he wouldn't meddle in the children's affairs, as long as no major incidents arose.
That night when going to bed, Sheng Rong asked: "Why were you asking about that child from the Chi Family today?" Although every parent would feel that their own child is the best, it was undeniable that, in the entire compound, that child from the Chi Family was truly exceptional.
Song Moqian: "Our daughter was found by that child, and that child even said Kuikui and he are friends."
Sheng Rong's eyes widened: "Friends? Even if they're friends... how did he know what happened to Kuikui, and he even found Kuikui before you did." The effort involved in that was no small matter.
Song Moqian: "For now they're friends, so we won't look too deeply into it."
Sheng Rong: "Aren't you afraid our son will find out and get angry? After all, our son doesn't seem to have a very good relationship with that child from the Chi Family."
Song Moqian: "Young people want to be number one and are full of vigor, it's no big deal. Once they're tempered a bit more, they'll know what's important."
Sheng Rong: "Our daughter has also grown up."
Song Moqian: "Yeah, she used to be so tiny."
Sheng Rong: "Next month, the Cultural Exchange Department will be hosting some VIP guests. I was thinking of bringing Kuikui along to accompany them, what do you think?"
Song Moqian thought about it and felt it was fine. "You make the arrangements, and ask Kuikui if she wants to go."
Sheng Rong: "Mm."
When Song Luokui heard about this, she was a little surprised, mainly because her parents had never asked her to attend such events before. Why this time...?
"Kuikui has grown up, so she should go out and socialize more," Sheng Rong said as she patted her head.
Song Luokui: "Mom, I do go out and socialize."
Sheng Rong: "You mean going out with your little girlfriends for tea and chit-chat?"
Song Luokui: "Haha... doesn't that count?"
Sheng Rong: "Of course it counts, but I hope you can meet more people. Why don't you come with Mom this time?"
Since her mother said so, Song Luokui naturally didn't refuse. "Okay~"
"I'll help you get excused from classes."
"Mm hmm."
It was Song Luokui's first time participating in such an important and serious event, so Sheng Rong even hired an etiquette teacher to come and give her some guidance on things to pay attention to.
Song Luokui studied diligently.
On the day the VIP guests arrived, Song Luokui got up early. She wore a relatively formal qipao dress and did her makeup in a graceful yet innocent style. Standing next to Sheng Rong, the mother and daughter made for a pleasing sight.
The two got into a car and headed to the place where the VIP guests would be received.
They soon arrived at the reception lounge, though the VIP guests had not yet shown up. Song Luokui stayed by Sheng Rong's side as her mother introduced her to everyone.
"So this is the precious daughter of the Song family? No wonder you're reluctant to let her out, she looks just like a fairy."
Sheng Rong: "Haha, thank you for the praise. Your son is also quite the talent."
"Your son is impressive too. You truly have a pair of outstanding children." The person gave them a thumbs up.
The two flattered each other's children.
Song Luokui maintained a smile, standing to the side. She would only say "hello" occasionally, answering when someone asked her a question, otherwise just keeping a smiling expression.
After Sheng Rong exchanged some pleasantries with the others, someone came to announce that the VIP guests had arrived.
Soon, the VIP guests walked in from outside. Some of them had also brought their children along.
First were the introductions between the adults, and Song Luokui was brought out to meet the crowd as well, mainly to get acquainted with the children of those VIP guests, aside from her and some other children of elders.
After a while of greetings, everyone took a seat, and of course Song Luokui sat at the "youth" table. Soon after sitting, the food was served.
Seated next to Song Luokui was Han Zhengjun, the son of a foreign minister from Country H. He seemed quite interested in Song Luokui. "Hey, Kui, do you have in-talk? Let's add each other as friends." In-talk was a foreign chat app.
Song Luokui: "Sorry, I don't have that. We don't use in-talk here, we use WeChat."
Han Zhengjun: "Your country really isn't democratic, is your WeChat just a copy of in-talk? Your country loves copying things, like chopsticks - they were clearly invented by our country, but you claim they were invented by yours."
Han Zhengjun picked up a pair of chopsticks to pick up some meatballs from the side.
Upon hearing this, the other two young Chinese companions at the table frowned, as did Song Luokui. However, she quickly refuted: "You probably don't know that WeChat was developed earlier than in-talk. What chat app someone uses has nothing to do with democracy. If chopsticks were invented by your country, then maybe it's because your country originated from ours."
Han Zhengjun's eyes went wide, probably not expecting Song Luokui to respond so directly.
The others also watched the two of them, while the other two Chinese accompanying youth, Wang Li and Meng Liangping, immediately tried to stifle their laughter. Wang Li even gave Song Luokui a thumbs up from under the table.
Song Luokui was not intimidated at all. She picked up her chopsticks. "Also, you're holding the chopsticks incorrectly. With that grip, it'll be very difficult to pick up round foods. You should hold them like this." Song Luokui picked up a meatball and placed it in her bowl. "This way, you can pick up anything."
"Oh, I know, I've seen Chinese people use chopsticks to catch mosquitoes too, right? Just like this, swish swish swish, and you've got the mosquito." Another young man from Country D said as he mimicked Song Luokui's grip, even though there were also knives and forks provided.
Song Luokui: "You're referring to a technique from kung fu movies. I don't think I could pull that off, and there aren't any mosquitoes in this room anyway, otherwise we'd probably all be swatting at them." Song Luokui shrugged, and everyone laughed.
Meng Liangping quickly changed the subject by mentioning where he would take them sightseeing tomorrow. As for that Han Zhengjun, he didn't say another word.
The next day, Song Luokui went with Wang Li and the others to take the group to the Great Wall. That Han Zhengjun didn't come near Song Luokui either, instead it was a little girl named Julie from Country Y who held onto her hand the whole time.
"Kui, you're so pretty."
"Kui, was this Great Wall really man-made?"
"Kui, let's take a picture together!"
"Kui, can I come study in your country later and hang out with you?"
Song Luokui: "Of course."
