After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

"The Chen family in Shanghai?"

The smile on Song Ailing's face froze, like a blooming peony eroded by sudden frost.

She looked Jiang Shiyuan up and down, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Yes, Aunt Song, Brother Jing'an and I have been engaged since we were young..."

Jiang Shiyuan lowered his eyelids to hide the cunning that flashed across his eyes, and spoke shyly.

"This……"

Song Ailing opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start.

Although the Chen family of Shanghai is a branch of the Chen family of Nanjing, it is also a well-known and prestigious family with tremendous wealth.

I heard that the second young master of the Chen family, Chen Jing'an, is young and promising, has a talent for finance and business, and is a well-known young talent in Shanghai.

Marrying into the Chen family is what many ladies from noble families dream of!

Song Ailing originally wanted to match Jiang Shiyuan with her nephew Shen Yifeng, but now it seems that she was wrong.

Doctor Xiao Jiang doesn't even think highly of the Jinling Shen family, which is not included in the four major families of Chiang, Song, Kong and Chen!

"That's it, that's it..."

Song Ailing laughed dryly twice, her tone full of regret.

"The Chen family in Shanghai is a good match..."

She did not mention the matter of bringing Jiang Shiyuan and Shen Yifeng together again, but just held Jiang Shiyuan's hand with a concerned look in her eyes.

"Come on, Xiaoyuan, let's go check your ears right away. Don't delay the treatment."

Shen Yifeng stood aside, watching Song Ailing's change of attitude, and couldn't help but laugh.

His aunt has always been shrewd, strong, and decisive, but he didn't expect that she would make mistakes sometimes.

Shen Yifeng seemed a little embarrassed just now, and was hesitant to speak, because he knew that Jiang Shiyuan was already engaged.

At Song Ailing's insistence, Jiang Shiyuan was taken to the hospital for a detailed examination.

From otolaryngology to surgery to neurology, almost all possible injuries were checked.

The results of the inspection were naturally satisfactory to everyone.

Jiang Shiyuan's ear was only scratched by the bullet, but the auricle cartilage was not damaged, and there was no other injury.

"I told you, Xiaoyuan is a lucky kid from heaven, nothing will happen to him!"

Song Ailing finally felt relieved after holding the examination report.

After treating the wound on his ear, Jiang Shiyuan took off his white coat and prepared to return to the Zhong family’s old house to rest.

Song Ailing noticed with her sharp eyes that there was a glaring bloodstain on the shoulder of her cheongsam.

"Oh, Xiaoyuan, your blood has seeped into your cheongsam. If you go back like this, it will definitely make Mr. Zhong worried."

"Come on, Aunt Song will take you to buy some new clothes!"

Jiang Shiyuan quickly declined, "Aunt Song, it's really not necessary, I..."

"Hey, why are you being so polite to me? Let's go!"

Song Ailing pulled Jiang Shiyuan out without saying a word, and the two bodyguards followed closely behind.

Just then, they ran into President Cao who had hurried over, as well as several technical backbones who had questioned Guo Jiang Shiyuan at the beginning.

"Doctor Xiao Jiang, why are you in such a hurry? Are you interested in working in our hospital?"

The gray-haired Dean Cao first greeted Song Ailing, and then warmly invited Jiang Shiyuan.

Jiang Shiyuan immediately declined politely, "I appreciate your kindness, but Dean Williams has been very kind to me, and I will never leave Sacred Heart Hospital."

"Oh, that's such a pity!" Dean Cao looked regretful, and several doctors next to him also looked sorry.

"But it doesn't matter. We can still cooperate if we have the chance in the future!"

"Yes, Dr. Xiao Jiang, next time you come to Jinling, remember to come to our hospital to share your experience!" Several other doctors also echoed.

"Okay, seniors, we'll meet again if we're lucky!"

Jiang Shiyuan nodded at them slightly, then took Song Ailing's arm and left without looking back.

She couldn't help but complain in her heart: "Humph, before the operation, I ignored you, but after the operation, I made you out of reach!"

Shen Yifeng, who had wanted to return to the Military Control Commission headquarters immediately to test the poison pills and participate in the interrogation, shook his head helplessly and followed Jiang Shiyuan and Song Ailing into the black Pontiac business car.

He knew that once his aunt made a decision, ten oxen could not pull her back.

But he was worried about the two of them going shopping in the department store at a time when the assassination had just happened, so he had no choice but to risk his life to accompany the gentleman.

The sound of the Pontiac's engine broke the tranquility of the afternoon and drove towards the Jinling Central Shopping Mall on Zhongshan South Road.

"Xiaoyuan, what do you think of this light yellow dress? It suits your skin tone and temperament very well."

Song Ailing looked through the dazzling array of dresses and enthusiastically selected some for Jiang Shiyuan.

Jiang Shiyuan smiled politely, "Aunt Song, you must have excellent taste, but I usually wear a white coat to work, so don't spend money..."

"How can that be! You are my goddaughter, and the daughter of the Zhong family in Jinling. How can you not have a few decent clothes to show off?"

Song Ailing called the salesperson over without further ado, "Pack up this one, this one, and these few!"

The salesperson nodded and bowed as he packed the goods, with a fawning smile on his face, thinking that he had finally met a big customer today!

Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but look around and found that this three-story large comprehensive shopping mall had countless shops of all kinds, including many well-known domestic brands at the time.

Song Ailing brought Jiang Shiyuan here to make large purchases and spend money like water, which made Jiang Shiyuan marvel at the economic strength of the Kong and Song families.

Shen Yifeng followed behind the two ladies, his hands already full of bags, and two bodyguards were guarding him.

He shook his head helplessly and couldn't help but sigh that his aunt was really a shopping maniac who bought everything wherever she went.

"Xiaoyuan, what do you think of this pair of red lambskin high heels?"

"It will look great with the white lace dress you wore just now!" Song Ailing picked up a pair of exquisite high heels enthusiastically and gestured at Jiang Shiyuan's feet.

Jiang Shiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Aunt Song, I really don't need to buy so many clothes and shoes..."

"Ah, a little girl should dress up like my Lingyi, and wear something different every day!"

Song Ailing ignored Jiang Shiyuan's refusal and asked the salesperson to pack up the shoes.

She held Jiang Shiyuan's hand and said affectionately, "Come on, let's go upstairs to look at the jewelry!"

Jiang Shiyuan couldn't resist Song Ailing's enthusiasm and could only let her pull him between the counters.

Song Ailing has a keen eye and can always pick out the clothes and jewelry that best suit Jiang Shiyuan.

From pearl necklaces to emerald earrings to diamond brooches, there is a wide variety of items available.

Jiang Shiyuan seemed to have turned into an exquisite doll, allowing Song Ailing to dress her up.

Finally, Song Ailing looked at the brand new Jiang Shiyuan with satisfaction and said with a smile: "This is what it should be like! Our Xiaoyuan should be so radiant and dazzling!"

Jiang Shiyuan smiled helplessly, but a warm feeling surged in his heart.

If my mother were still alive, she would also enjoy dragging me on a shopping spree and dressing me up beautifully!

Although Song Ailing has a strong personality, her concern for me is genuine.

"Oh, it's getting late. Let's go. Aunt Song will treat you to dinner!" Song Ailing looked at the gold watch inlaid with diamonds and invited enthusiastically.

Jiang Shiyuan remembered that he had already made an appointment with his cousin in the morning, so he politely declined.

"Aunt Song, thank you for your kindness, but I have promised Grandpa that I will go home to have dinner with him tonight."

"Oh, so that's it..." Song Ailing showed regret on her face, but still respected Jiang Shiyuan's choice.

"Well, Aunt Song will treat you again next time there's a chance!"

"Our Xiaoyuan is such a filial and sensible child!"