Translator: Kingbao Editor: DarkGem
Father Song took a good look at Xu Jiamu - He was dressed smartly and was a dashing young man. Maybe because Song Xiangsi told him that Xu Jiamu owned a big company, Father Song started to feel conscious about his own humble lifestyle. His daughter wasnât compatible so he felt pressured and nervous. He glanced at Xu Jiamuâs sincere smile, and only when Song Xiangsi carried a chair over towards him did Father Song snap out of his daze. Hurriedly, he nodded, pointing to the chair. "Sit, sit."
Xu Jiamu could sense Father Songâs unease. After sitting down, he continued the conversation. "Uncle, how are you feeling?"
Father Song replied hurriedly, "Itâs good, good."
Xu Jiamu glanced at Song Xiangsi, who stood by his side. Recalling the words she had said before they entered the room, he reached out to grab her hands. Song Xiangsi stilled.
He then said, "Uncle, the doctor mentioned that as long as you keep a positive mentality, you will be able to live a long life, me and..."
Xu Jiamu paused, remembering Song Xiangsiâs nickname, then continued, "Sisi have made plans. Weâre going to have a wedding in October and we still hope that youâll be there to witness the ceremony."
Even though Song Xiangsi had told him that, the moment the words came out of his mouth, she still couldnât help feeling as though it was a dream.
No one knew how many times in the past eight years she had dreamed of him marrying her.
But the dream would always shatter. Even in her sleep, she didnât dare to marry him.
Father Song was pleased by his words. He knew that he would never be able to live till then, but he continued to beam, repeating, "Yes, yes."
Xu Jiamu never let go of Song Xiangsiâs hand. "Uncle, Iâm really sorry that I havenât visited you after being with Sisi for such a long time."
"Itâs okay, no worries, I heard from Sisi that youâre very busy..." Father Song hurriedly shook his head.
...
Xu Jiamuâs actions was better than Song Xiangsi had expected, he spoke to her father respectfully. Father Song was clearly satisfied, a bright smile on his face. Towards the end, he beamed at her. "Sisi, now that Iâve seen your boyfriend, I can die without regrets."
Song Xiangsi curved her lips into a faint smile, while Xu Jiamu continued, "Uncle, what are you saying, I would rather get the best medical team to treat you."
Father Song smiled, but instead of replying Xu Jiamu, he looked towards Song Xiangsi. "Sisi, have you booked the tickets?"
"No, Iâll do it now," Song Xiangsi replied, reaching for her phone.
"What tickets?" Xu Jiamu asked.
"Weâre planning on going back home," Father Song explained.
"When?" he asked again
"Right now."
Xu Jiamu frowned, glancing at Song Xiangsi who was looking at air fares. He reached out and grabbed her phone before reaching for his own to make a call. "Book three tickets for me... Iâll send the identification number and location to you in a moment..."
After hanging up, he returned the phone back to Song Xiangsi. "Write down your and your fatherâs identification numbers."