Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1075 - 1055. Atmosphere Integration

Chapter 1075: 1055. Atmosphere Integration

The sunlight streamed through the terrace into the room, filling it with warm, radiant golden light.

Song Tan raised her wrist, turning back and forth to admire the ancient gold bracelet engraved with arabesque patterns, looking quite pleased.

She thought to herself: This pair of thoughtful mother and son are truly considerate with their gifts—sometimes clothes and shoes, other times jewelry—always managing to adorn and delight me.

Otherwise, if it were up to me, I might not even remember to buy any jewelry or beautiful clothes and shoes for the family after two years.

It’s been quite a profitable year too, not buying a car because Song Sancheng isn’t skilled enough to handle it, but if clothes, shoes, and jewelry aren’t bought, it would seem too stingy during the New Year’s celebrations.

Thinking of this, she thanked earnestly again, "Thank you, Auntie, I really like it."

Lun Jing could hardly contain her laughter.

The greatest gratification from spending money on gifts is when the recipient likes them. Now the more graceful Song Tan was, the more it seemed worth it!

At this moment, her gaze shifted to Song Tan, and she couldn’t help but ask, "It was rushed yesterday, so I didn’t get a chance to see your urban area—can I call you Tantan? When there’s time in the next few days, can you take us for a tour around the city? Auntie wants to go shopping for clothes or something."

Song Tan was just thinking about this!

She quickly nodded, "Sure, Auntie! You have a good eye; can you help pick out some clothes for my parents too?"

Speaking of aesthetics in the Song family... it’s not worth mentioning.

As for Song Tan’s aesthetic sense—let’s just say, amongst the lesser, it’s the best. She can choose from designs but can’t imagine anything on her own.

Teacher Tang is actually quite refined and has a good eye, but her standards are too high, easily dismissing the quality of small-town products.

Moreover, her words are quite sharp. She’s well-intentioned, but after being here for so long, doesn’t inspire any desire to go shopping together.

Now with Lun Jing here, it’s like getting a pillow when you’re sleepy!

Lun Jing was pleased too, "Alright, alright! We’ll call Lun Chuan then; he has an even better eye and loves dressing up, he’ll be perfect!"

Song Tan thought back to their two meetings, noting how their clothes looked so exquisite and high-end, agreeing with the comment about being "fond of dressing up":

"Okay!"

But as for now...

"Those good clothes get easily dirty and ruined when working in the afternoon; if you don’t mind, I can find a couple of Qiaoqiao’s clothes for him to wear."

Three strong men not working would be a waste, considering they’re already here.

After all, fancy clothes don’t mean they’re durable.

Lun Jing showed a rather indescribable expression, "It’s alright, his skin is sensitive, just let him wear his own clothes; if they get dirty or ruined, don’t worry. He digs in and gardens at home without even changing clothes... let’s leave it at that."

She couldn’t help but complain again, "Besides, he’s so particular, just let him be."

Song Tan opened her mouth, but ultimately had no words.

...

The lunch was extraordinarily sumptuous.

After all, they are Song Tan’s lifesavers. No one in the family spoke explicitly, but they all understood.

Even Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping went to the pond to scoop up a net, picking carp for the Seventh Uncle to stew into a rich broth.

This showed how Teacher Xin had completely integrated into Lao Song’s family.

However, during the meal, when Lun Chuan took off his hat, the red winding scar stretching from his temple to his neck was completely exposed with no cover.

Honestly, after a long recovery, the scar didn’t affect his looks. But his fair skin made the mark so striking that Wu Lan’s eyes instantly reddened.

As a mother, her first instinct was to look at Song Tan.

She couldn’t imagine, if Lun Chuan hadn’t rescued her daughter, what kind of devastation it would have been if such scars appeared on her face.

Even Song Tan was a bit stunned.

Because during their previous meetings, he always wore a hat, and it was at night.

The streetlights’ illumination was limited and couldn’t reveal the scar as clearly as it was in daylight, so it was her first time seeing the entire scar.

No, it’s not the whole scar.

Because the scar continued and eventually disappeared at the hem of his cashmere sweater.

After a moment of silence, Song Sancheng stood up holding a teacup:

"Xiaolun, you saved Tantan’s life, you’re the benefactor of our entire family. Today, there’s no wine, so I’ll just use tea as wine to toast you a cup—"

He said as he raised his head, gulping the whole cup of tea down.

And Wu Lan stared at Lun Chuan with a gentle expression, "Xiaolun, come! Eat! Just eat—did you receive what we sent you? Do you still have honey? Do you need more wine? Later, let Qiaoqiao take you to the warehouse to see, take whatever you like—"

Lun Chuan stood up quickly, "Uncle, don’t say that, it was just an accident. Besides, we’re all fine, and that’s the biggest blessing. Please, let’s not overthink it."

He’s not the type to risk his life for others, he had indeed calculated and weighed the situation at that moment.

—He rushed forward only because he was sure he’d be alright.

Being injured was unexpected, but he didn’t intend to shift the responsibility to them.

But, undeniably, the positive feedback after his efforts and Lao Song’s family’s solemn gesture made him feel quite comforted.

For a moment, the meal was harmonious and warm, as if the newly-arrived mother and son developed an instant bond with Lao Song’s family.

Even Song Tan breathed a subtle sigh of relief, turning towards Lun Chuan:

"Do you all like fish? Qiaoqiao kept mentioning catching fish for you, so my cousins specially prepared some fish for you to taste today at lunch."

"See if it suits your taste?"

"Before the New Year, we’ll harvest more fish for sale; it’s a good opportunity to pick some delicious ones to keep for you, we’ll all prepare them together, easy to store and carry..."

Although these fish have only grown for half a year, raising the net again might not yield as much as in summer, but in terms of quality, it’s top-notch.

Once the pig slaughtering feast is over, about ten days to half a month later, it would be the perfect time for stocking fish from various reservoirs.

By then, they’ll let him choose first.

Song Tan spoke softly, clearly laying out her plans, and Lun Chuan listened intently, his expression serious.

He even kept responding, "What does fish catching look like? I’ve never seen it before."

"Selling fish at the end of the year must be bustling, right?"

"But I might not be able to stay that long; there are many flowers to take care of at home—was the bouquet I sent you pretty?"

As they exchanged ideas back and forth, the atmosphere felt calm and soothing, easing the formal mood from earlier.

Ever-sidelined Qin Yun and He Kuang: ...

Alright, alright! Are they the only unnecessary ones here?!

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