Chapter 208 Tan Zheng Prepares a Surprise

Song Ni had never truly understood the extent of GN Group's influence abroad. Upon returning to her hotel, she requested a computer. An hour later, Song Ni finally grasped the meaning behind Tang Qinyun’s words. A sports car was indeed not a big deal for Tan Zheng. It was hard to imagine how Tan Zheng, while indulging in his passion for cars, also possessed such sharp and astute business acumen. Song Ni recalled her father's words: Tan Zheng's father, her father-in-law, was a business prodigy who single-handedly elevated the Tan family to high society. Tan Zheng, however, had surpassed even him. Thus, Song Ni took out her phone and dialed Tan Zheng. Her husband was so impressive; she wanted to call and praise him. But when she dialed, his phone was already switched off. Song Ni frowned. Tan Zheng had also said she could call him anytime she was free. During Tan Zheng’s stay in America, she had rarely called, and when she did, it was often at inconvenient times. Yet, he always answered immediately and his phone had never been switched off. Had his battery died? Song Ni didn’t call again. Meanwhile, Tan Zheng stood at the airport, frowning at his phone, which had inexplicably powered down. He had left in too much of a hurry, not even checking his flight details. Now, due to a heavy snowfall, many flights were being delayed, with no accurate information available. Tan Zheng had not brought an assistant this time; he had to handle everything himself. Such trivial matters were beneath him before. So, by the time his phone powered back on, half an hour had already passed. Tan Zheng's world had once revolved solely around racing; he knew nothing of romance. It was only after meeting Song Ni that he slowly began to shed his direct, unromantic nature. Tang Qinyun had called this a surprise. So, Tan Zheng suppressed the urge to call Song Ni back and stared impassively at the board filled with red flight statuses. This was his first time preparing something like this, and he encountered an unavoidable weather obstacle. On the other side, after a night of socializing, Tang Qinyun suddenly sneezed. He seemed to have forgotten something. But no matter how hard Tang Qinyun tried, he couldn't recall what it was. Whatever it was, he had just secured a partnership tonight and wanted to indulge. So, Tang Qinyun went to a famous bar in London, a model on his left and an actress on his right, drinking until the early hours. He only woke up the following evening. Song Ni was already on her flight back home. With heavy eyelids, Tang Qinyun looked at the message Song Ni had sent for a long time before he understood its meaning. He tossed his phone aside and lay down, intending to sleep more. After only two minutes, Tang Qinyun suddenly sat up. He remembered what he had forgotten. Song Ni was returning home; what surprise was Tan Zheng flying over to give her? Tang Qinyun immediately took out his phone to check Tan Zheng’s flight. It had been delayed by five hours and then took off, only to land after Song Ni had already departed. "..." Tang Qinyun was completely sober now and dared not sleep any longer. It was all his fault for only remembering to give Tan Zheng advice and forgetting Song Ni's return date, and also for forgetting the possibility of Tan Zheng's flight being delayed. What to do now? Looking at the time, Song Ni had been flying for two hours, and Tan Zheng was about to land in London. "..." What a mess. Tang Qinyun splashed cold water on his face, frantically waking himself up. He made a decisive choice: to book the fastest available flight back home. The cooperation was mostly settled; his assistant could handle the follow-up. Whether Tan Zheng could find Song Ni or not, he had to get out of here first. Just as he made his decision, his phone rang. Tang Qinyun's heart skipped a beat. He picked up his phone and saw it was Tan Zheng calling. Tang Qinyun: ... Don't answer, don't answer, I absolutely refuse to answer. But perhaps it was due to drinking too much last night, his hand, which was pressing the hang-up button, trembled and accidentally slid to the answer. Tang Qinyun: ... Damn it! After a five-hour delay and an eight-hour flight, Tan Zheng’s voice sounded weary. "The address." Tang Qinyun’s throat felt as if it were clogged, and he couldn't speak. Tan Zheng lost his patience. "The hotel address." Tang Qinyun was startled and chuckled twice. "Uh, Brother Tan, you don't need to come to the hotel." Tang Qinyun was around Tan Zheng's age and had never called him "Brother Tan" before. Hearing this address, Tan Zheng sensed something was wrong. "Just say it." Tang Qinyun knew this couldn't be kept hidden for long, so it was better to confess. "Ahem, Ni Ni seems to be returning home today." Tan Zheng paused, his brow furrowed. "What?" "The plane has already taken off for two hours." Tan Zheng: ... Silence was the greatest threat at this moment. Tang Qinyun felt guilty for the first time. "Well, when I told you, you could have flown over and made it. I didn't expect the flight to be delayed." Tan Zheng: ... "Then why didn't you tell me she planned to return today?" "This... I just forgot." Tan Zheng hung up the phone. He was truly out of his mind to have believed Tang Qinyun's advice; that person had never been reliable. Tan Zheng had never felt so disheveled. A five-hour delay, an eight-hour flight, and he couldn't even see his wife, let alone give her a surprise. The most critical thing was that two hours ago the weather in London was fine, but now it had started to snow heavily. He hadn't managed to keep Song Ni, but he had managed to keep Tan Zheng. Tan Zheng would never forget this day. The first time in his life he planned a surprise, it was ruined due to Tang Qinyun's unreliability. Tang Qinyun pondered for a long time, and finally packed his bags and headed to the airport to accompany Tan Zheng. After all, he hadn't gotten that sports car yet. ... Song Ni slept soundly on the plane, completely unaware that her beloved husband was currently at the airport looking pathetic. Upon returning home, Song Ni rested for only one night before immediately setting off for Yancheng. Yancheng was a small city with no airport or high-speed rail, but it was fortunately close to Xingcheng, only about a five-hour drive away. Song Ni had learned to drive a motorcycle, but her car driving skills were still at their previous level. It was raining along the way, and no matter how brave Song Ni was, she didn't dare to drive too fast. The five-hour journey took her nearly six hours to complete. Fortunately, she had set off relatively early, and it wasn't dark when she arrived in Yancheng. Song Ni drove straight to Xi Jinjiang's old home. Her car was not cheap, and as she drove down the country road, many people looked her way. This was a small city with only one or two large shopping malls. Fortunately, Song Ni had come prepared and had bought gifts for Xi Jinjiang's parents in Xingcheng. When her car stopped in the yard in front of Xi Jinjiang's house, the elderly couple, who were already preparing dinner inside, heard the car and immediately put down their things and rushed outside.