C30 Your English Is too Good!

Although Lin Dong had good grades, he fell short when it came to conversing in English with Lee Siyao, who had grown up using the language.

Lee Siyao blinked her innocent eyes, obviously not grasping Lin Dong's words. Yang Ling noticed this, flashed a smile, and stepped forward to engage Lee Siyao in English.

He likely inquired if she was injured or if her feet were in pain, and with polite attentiveness, he assisted the girl to a seat on the sofa.

Lee Siyao was thrilled to encounter a peer with whom she could converse fluently in English. Yang Ling's humorous banter, coupled with his Charm Value of 3, gave him an effortless allure to women. Soon, he had Lee Siyao giggling with delight.

The leaders watched Yang Ling with initial surprise, which quickly turned into expressions of approval.

The senior leader chuckled to Soong Baoyi, "Young Yang's English is impressive. I'm tempted to make him my secretary."

Soong Baoyi responded with a hearty laugh, "Leader, please don't compete with me for him. Yang is set to join the municipal bureau!"

The leader's laughter grew upon hearing this, his fondness for Yang Ling evident.

Meanwhile, Su Qiuxia observed Yang Ling, her surprise at her subordinate's excellence tinged with irritation as she considered the charming rogue flirting with the foreign beauty.

Across the room, Lin Dong was in disbelief, his eyes wide as he watched Yang Ling. Lin Dong had always prided himself on his English skills, but Yang Ling, the cousin he had scorned, was demonstrating a mastery of the language that was astonishing. Yang Ling's fluency and wit were so natural that one might mistake him for a native speaker.

Defeated in his own area of confidence, Lin Dong was filled with frustration and resentment, yet powerless to change the situation.

Yang Ling's parents, on the other hand, were overjoyed, their faces alight with pride. Their son was truly outstanding.

Third Aunt and Sixth Aunt were agape in amazement, their astonishment as palpable as if they could swallow eggs whole. Yang Ling's performance had left them profoundly impressed.

"You have satisfied Lee Siyao's desire to communicate with someone her age. Wish Value +1."

"You've effectively crushed Lin Dong's attempt to impress the beauty. Charm value +1."

Yang Ling's lips quirked into a smile. After a bit more casual conversation, he settled back into his original seat.

As the evening wore on, the leaders took a moment to offer Yang Ling some words of encouragement before saying their goodbyes and departing.

Under the disapproving gaze of Su Qiuxia, Yang Ling and Lee Siyao exchanged contact information before he escorted them downstairs.

Meanwhile, Third Aunt and the rest of the relatives slunk away in defeat.

This visit had been particularly costly for Third Aunt. Not only had she failed to secure a loan, but she was also out fifty thousand yuan.

Once back at home and after his parents had finished tidying up, Yang Ling transferred the fifty thousand yuan to his father. They chatted briefly before getting down to business.

Curiosity piqued, he inquired, "Dad, didn't you mention you had an announcement to make today?"

Yang Jianjun smacked his forehead, "Ah, I nearly let it slip my mind."

He retrieved a yellowed letter from the drawer and handed it to Yang Ling, saying, "Have a look at this."

Yang Ling read the letter and couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

The letter, penned by his grandfather, recounted a close friendship from years past and an arranged engagement between their future children. Unfortunately, both had sons, so the agreement was passed down to their grandsons.

Yang Jianjun let out a soft sigh, "Your grandfather has been gone for many years, but this uncle remembered the arrangement."

"The letter arrived today. He'll be bringing his granddaughter to meet you in a few days. I've also sent them your photo and phone number. Brace yourself for what's to come."

Yang Ling knew all too well that this must be the billionaire CEO wife that the System had in store for him. The turn of events felt clichéd, but there was nothing left to do but accept it.

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