Just a few words are worth more than a thousand pieces of gold.
Su Qianci's tears welled up again and she nodded.
Old Master Li in the corner of the restaurant rubbed his chin with satisfaction, while Sheng Ximing, who was right next to him, was secretly anxious and shouted, "That girl is too naive. Doesn't she know that it's better to believe in ghosts than to believe in a man's mouth?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Li glared and slapped him on the head with his hand: "Whose grandson are you talking about?"
Sheng Ximing cried out, "Your grandson, your grandson!"
"You are the grandson!" Old Master Li expressed his displeasure and glared at him fiercely.
Sheng Ximing felt like crying but had no tears. She looked at the old man and didn't know what to say.
Old Master Li decided to ignore him and looked at his grandson and his wife. Seeing their relationship progress by leaps and bounds, he was somewhat pleased with his own matchmaking and said smugly, "Because he is my dearest second grandson."
Sheng Ximing was full of questions, but he didn't expect that Mr. Li's words would come true.
Many years later, Sheng Ximing talked about this past event with Su Qianci, and she answered him with a smile: "Because, he is Li Sicheng."
Because he is Li Sicheng, so she believes him.
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Accompanied by the surrounding band, we walked closer and closer.
The blond-haired and blue-eyed band, each holding their own instruments, circled around them with happy smiles on their faces.
The Happy Birthday song became even more cheerful, but the sound of the piano gradually faded away.
Song Yifan walked down from the grand piano and slowly came to Su Qianci with a smile on his face.
However, only he himself knew that the closer he got to Su Qianci, the harder it became for him to maintain his smile.
Tension, indescribable tension surrounded him.
This feeling was much more nervous than when he first participated in an international piano performance.
Li Sicheng looked at him, and a gleam of light flashed across his already deep and dark eyes.
Song Yifan looked at Su Qianci's face that was very similar to his lover's and said, "Qianci, today is not only your birthday, but also my birthday."
Su Qianci was startled, and after thinking carefully, it seemed to be today.
"What a coincidence?"
Song Yifan nodded with a smile, putting his hands in front of him, feeling indescribably nervous.
Even Su Qianci could clearly sense his nervousness and looked at him with some surprise.
"On a day like this, I want to ask you for a birthday wish, can I?"
"Ask me?" Su Qianci pointed at herself, somewhat confused.
He turned his head and looked at Li Sicheng.
But the man was not surprised at all. He reached out and pushed her slightly, as if encouraging her to agree.
"Um."
"good."
Song Yifan is one of her few idols. Su Qianci was flattered that he asked her for a birthday wish.
Song Yifan's eyes became softer, his temperament was gentle, and he said elegantly: "I have no wife and no children, you have no father and no mother, I am old now, and I also want to have a child to accompany me, you... are you willing to be my daughter?"
My heart was lifted with shock.
Be his daughter
Be his, Song Yifan's, daughter
Su Qianci stared at him and found that he was not joking at all.
She turned her head to look at Li Sicheng and found that his face was still calm. "You knew it a long time ago?"
"Um."
Song Yifan thought she was unwilling, and his eyes were slightly disappointed. He said, "It doesn't matter. If you don't want to..."
(End of this chapter)