Chapter 134: Let the father-in-law actively marry off his daughter!

Clang clang, clang clang……

Wuu wuu……

The train Benz, on the vast land, outside the window, a thousand miles frozen, ten thousand miles of snow drifting, inside the carriage, Qin Miao sat on the seat of the sleeper carriage, his expression complex.

"San Shui brother, you…… feel like a deserter?"

"Yeah." Qin Miao sighed: "The school left over two hundred people to support the school-run factory; our class 4381, a whole class sent 22 people; the few boys who didn't go all really had circumstances…"

"You too." Chu Miaomiao looked at Qin Miao: "You're going to the Capital to coordinate other matters; we might also have to go to the Middle East. You're also working for Ha Gong Da, right?"

"Coordinate what?"

"Well, this, this……"

"Miaomiao, rest assured, this winter break I will definitely marry you into my family."

Chu Miaomiao felt sweet inside, but her face showed immense worry: "San Shui brother, if my dad knows we're already together, he might…"

"It's fine, I'll handle everything." Qin Miao said: "I've already thought of a steady plan; then we'll have our dad beg me to hurry and marry you into my family."

"What plan?" Chu Miaomiao's eyes sparkled.

"Well… I actually already arranged it in advance……"

Capital, a certain grand courtyard.

"Huh, why is it so fragrant?" At noon, Zhang Wanhe had just entered the house when he smelled a fragrance and immediately asked.

"Miaomiao is back today, you didn't know?"

"I didn't know, Ha Gong Da is busy this winter; many students stayed to work. I thought they'd stay at Ha Gong Da, and I was thinking if it got to New Year's Eve, I'd buy them two plane tickets to fly back—during the New Year, you have to be at home!"

Chu Guilan smiled: "That's about right!"

Ding ding ding…… Just then someone ran up: "Leader Zhang, Aunt Chu, not good."

"What's wrong?"

Watching the driver rush in hurriedly, both frowned.

"I went to the train station to pick them up, waited half a day, didn't see them at the exit; after inquiring, the Air Force people on the platform had taken them away!"

"What?" Zhang Wanhe flared up instantly: "My daughter just came back, how could they just abduct her?"

"I heard that at the time, the Air Force people only wanted to take Qin Miao; your daughter wasn't reassured, so she went along."

"Wait, there's a situation!"

Zhang Wanhe immediately sensed something different: "Come on, let's go to the Aircraft Building!"

Aircraft Building, cafeteria.

"Come, San Shui, let's have a good drink!"

"Lao Lin, San Shui…… can't drink alcohol."

"Why? Men speak, you women butt in less! Come, San Shui, about Factory 132, I heard you've already started laying the groundwork?"

"Hmm, after a while, we'll probably have to go to the Middle East; then I'll personally go door-to-door to persuade."

"By the way, then let my niece go with you!"

"Okay, no problem, Lao Lin, I and Miaomiao will take good care of her."

"No, no, you go with my niece; Miaomiao, it's New Year, don't run off—go home and keep your parents company."

"Lao Lin…… what do you mean?"

"Nothing much, come, San Shui, look—this is my niece's photo, from our Air Force Cultural Troupe…… see, is my niece pretty or not?"

Ding ding ding…… Just then someone strode in: "Old Lin, what do you mean?"

Lao Lin lifted his head, glanced at the comer: "Huh, Old Zhang, what wind blew you here?"

"Old Lin, don't spout nonsense—I just heard you're having my son-in-law take your niece on a business trip to the Middle East, sending my daughter home? What's your scheme?"

"Cough cough, well, this, this……"

"Speak, are you trying to steal my son-in-law? Tell you, no way!"

"Old Zhang, you keep calling him son-in-law, but Qin Miao apparently hasn't even married your daughter yet? The marriage certificate doesn't count—I know it's fake!"

Zhang Wanhe's face darkened: "There should be a first-come, first-served order, right? Clearly San Shui and my daughter are dating, yet you've slipped your niece in—what's this about? And the Cultural Troupe? My Miaomiao is a college student!"

His eyes swept over the photo on the table—damn, she really does look lively.

"Old Zhang, why do you have to speak so harshly? Our country advocates free love; as long as they're not married, who they marry is their freedom! Indeed, my niece has taken a liking to San Shui; San Shui isn't married yet—so how is he yours, Old Zhang?"

"Not married, not married, you keep saying they're not married—fine, I'll tell you they're getting married right away, holding the wedding this winter break!"

Chu Miaomiao felt wonderful inside; San Shui brother's plan is really good! If San Shui brother brought his father to directly come propose, my father would surely disagree! There would definitely be a lot of talk; now San Shui brother has done a reverse maneuver…… my father is getting anxious.

"Uncle Zhang, is holding the wedding this winter break too rushed? I heard Miaomiao say that you two elders mean to wait until Miaomiao finishes college before talking."

Zhang Wanhe glared fiercely at Qin Miao: "What, Qin San Shui, you have an idea? Tell you, you and Miaomiao have already gotten the marriage certificate, you're nominally a legal couple! Just missing the wedding! Come on, let's go find someone to calculate the date—this winter break, let's hold a lively wedding! Old Lin, prepare the gift money!"

"San Shui, what are you standing there for? Come with me!"

Zhang Wanhe said, turning and walking away.

Behind them, Chu Miaomiao followed; Qin Miao also stood up, giving Lao Lin a grateful glance.

Lao Lin waved his hand: "These are trivial; you kid solve the trouble of Factory 132 for us—that's the big deal!"

Grand courtyard.

Ding ding ding…… Bang!

Chu Guilan poked her head out from the kitchen, startled, looking at the few people entering.

"What's going on?"

"Hmph, that Old Lin actually dares to steal my son-in-law! This winter break we'll just hold Miaomiao and San Shui's wedding!"

"Old Lin stealing San Shui?"

"Yeah, Old Lin wants San Shui to be his niece's husband! It's his niece from the Air Force Cultural Troupe—still, San Shui is steadfast, only liking Miaomiao."

Chu Guilan furrowed her brows: "If I'm not mistaken, Old Lin doesn't have a niece in the cultural troupe."

Crack! A clap of thunder echoed in the minds of several people.

Chu Miaomiao: "It's over—I didn't run through my lines with my mother ahead of time, and I messed up."

Zhang Wanhe: "It's over—I've been played by a bunch of people! After all those big winds and waves, I capsized in my own gutter."

Qin Miao: "Lao Lin, you screwed me!"