Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 217: Just Give a Massage

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Just Give a Massage

"Song Xiaodong, right?" Su Zeyu suddenly stopped taking Song Xiaodong seriously, he crossed his legs and said, "You must think the political scene is too simple, huh?"

Feigning ignorance, Song Xiaodong replied, "Is it difficult? Uncle Shen is a deputy mayor, just getting a minor official position arranged is an easy and pleasant matter, isn’t it?"

"Ha... Easy and pleasant? Do you know who my father is?" Su Zeyu stared at Song Xiaodong with arrogance.

With a curious face, Song Xiaodong asked, "Who is your father?"

Su Zeyu, full of pride, said, "My father is the Deputy Director of the Provincial Transportation Department. With his influence, and considering my grandfather was once the third man in the province, with their influence, even I need to go through delegated training to further my career. Have you read too many novels, thinking the political arena is just about officials doing whatever they want?"

"Oh, I see. I thought if you could be a Deputy Township Chief, then me becoming a Township Chief would surely be more than enough, but it seems I don’t have that chance."

"That’s right... Do you think you can compare with me?" Su Zeyu smiled smugly, but his face immediately darkened, as Song Xiaodong’s remark was indirectly mocking his inferior abilities, nowhere close to matching Song Xiaodong’s.

Patting Shen Yue’s hand, Song Xiaodong said with a smile, "Yes, of course I can’t compare with you. If I did, Little Yue wouldn’t like me anymore."

"Absolutely, absolutely." Shen Yue nodded repeatedly, and the two displayed their affection openly.

Su Zeyu was not a scheming person, and at that moment, he turned an ashen hue with anger. Had it not been in Shen Dongyang’s house, he would have lashed out then and there, abruptly standing up and saying, "I have to leave now due to other business."

Song Xiaodong also stood up, adopting the tone of a host, "Why leave just as we were chatting? Since you’re here, let’s all have a meal before you go."

Feeling even more uncomfortable upon hearing this, Su Zeyu left the living room with a swish, not even bothering to greet Shen Dongyang and his wife.

Although Shen Dongyang couldn’t hear what Song Xiaodong and the others were saying from the kitchen, he noticed Su Zeyu’s huffy departure.

"Uncle, I made him leave in anger." Song Xiaodong said with a smile as Shen Dongyang came out.

At this moment, Shen Yue felt too embarrassed to continue clinging to Song Xiaodong’s arm and obediently sat down to the side.

Shen Dongyang shook his head and said, "That boy from the Su family is too arrogant and proud, completely lacking in tact—it really is..."

Song Xiaodong smiled and said, "A person like that really isn’t suitable for Shen Yue."

"Yes, but I still need to show some respect to his father, so I can’t just reject his pursuit of Shen Yue outright. Therefore, I needed you to step in, but I estimate that he won’t feel comfortable with you having swayed Shen Yue from him."

Song Xiaodong just smiled and didn’t say much, knowing he had taken on this role, he naturally wasn’t going to worry about Su Zeyu.

The meal at Shen Dongyang’s house was quite delightful, and the atmosphere remained very harmonious throughout.

Shen Dongyang and Sun Dongxiang truly took to Song Xiaodong like a prospective son-in-law, but they also noticed that Song Xiaodong still maintained a certain distance, making it clear that he hadn’t fully accepted the arrangement.

However, the more Song Xiaodong behaved like this, the more Shen Dongyang and Sun Dongxiang liked him. Given their family’s status, when they took the initiative to be friendly and Song Xiaodong remained unmoved, it truly reflected the rarity and value of this young man.

After dinner, Shen Dongyang again dragged Song Xiaodong into playing two games of chess. The two were evenly matched, satisfying Shen Dongyang’s craving for chess.

Playing chess is an entertainment activity that can really reflect a person’s overall strategic view. Everything Song Xiaodong demonstrated was exactly what Shen Dongyang appreciated—neither overambitious nor rash, but when he actually made a move, it was always a sharp and fiercely incisive strike. When he had the advantage, he attacked ferociously yet never neglected defense. When at a disadvantage, he carefully strategized every move, gradually seeking opportunities to counterattack, and he never easily gave up.

After finishing the games, Sun Dongxiang complained non-stop about them, scolding them for only playing chess and not even giving the young people a chance to interact.

Shen Dongyang laughed heartily and said, "I just indulged myself this once. Tomorrow I have to go to work and won’t have time, but they’ll have plenty of time."

This made Shen Yue blush, and Song Xiaodong could only pretend to be confused.

Leaving Shen Dongyang’s house, Song Xiaodong went straight home. During dinner, Song Xiaoru said, "Xiaodong, tomorrow a classmate of mine is getting married, and I need to go to Sun Family Village."

"To Sun Family Village? That’s not close."

"Yes, I’m going to stay there overnight and come back the day after tomorrow."

Song Xiaodong immediately said, "How about I come with you? It’s not far from our parents’ gravesite, and I haven’t been to visit them since I returned."

Song Xiaoru nodded repeatedly, "That really makes sense, let’s go together."

Sun Family Village is located in a very remote mountainous area, and the roads are not easy to travel on. At the very least, a low-riding sports car like a Ferrari can’t handle such roads, and Song Xiaoru wouldn’t dare to let such a nice car travel on them.

Therefore, the next day, they could only take the shuttle bus to Sun Family Village.

The route was fine in the city area, but once they entered the mountainous area, it became quite bumpy, making Song Xiaoru feel somewhat sleepy.

"Sister, if you’re sleepy, you can sleep for a while." Song Xiaodong wrapped his arm around Song Xiaoru’s shoulder.

Song Xiaoru leaned on Song Xiaodong’s shoulder and soon fell asleep.

When they arrived, Song Xiaoru was still a bit groggy. As she got off the bus, she accidentally bumped into someone’s shoulder.

"Hey, are you blind?" snapped a young man in his early twenties, wearing a tight black tank top with tattoos on his arms. He turned around and started scolding Song Xiaoru.

Song Xiaodong frowned, but Song Xiaoru had already grabbed his arm and hurriedly apologized, "I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention just now, my apologies."

The young man’s eyes gleamed at the sight of Song Xiaoru and he said aggressively, "Is an apology supposed to be enough? What do we need the police for then?"

"Then what else do you want? I just accidentally bumped into you, and I’ve already apologized." Song Xiaoru was also annoyed; this person was clearly bullying too much.

"What else?" The man’s eyes darted around and then he said, "Well, that’s simple. You’ve made my arm so sore and it’s not going away any time soon, so you can just give me a massage. If you make the pain go away, we’ll call it even."

"No way!" Song Xiaoru’s face immediately darkened. If it had been before, she might have panicked and been at a loss, but being with Song Xiaodong had given her a strong sense of confidence, and she was no longer afraid of others bullying her. Her response was very firm, marked with a sense of coolness and pride.