Chapter 972 - The Big Fat Wedding (3)
The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Holding the card, An Xiaxia felt like crying.
She wasnât biologically related to the An family at all, but Papa An and An Yibei cared about her wholeheartedly.
She had registered with Sheng Yize in such haste that she didnât even tell Papa An at the time.
But all they ever gave her was love.
She checked the balance on the card.
It ran to six figures.
The An family was by no means rich, and that much money was an amount that Papa An couldnât have come up with easily. It couldnât be Papa Anâs own money. An Yibei must have contributed to it.
Only that An Yibei wouldnât tell her.
She was the Song family heiress and the wife of the president of Shengshi. Money was the thing she would need to worry about the least for the rest of her life.
However, Papa An and An Yibei still tried their best to provide for her.
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An Xiaxia went back downstairs with red eyes. Sheng Yize asked in a low voice, âWhatâs wrong?â
âTeehee, I got my dowry from my brother and I was so happy that I cried,â said An Xiaxia cheerfully.
Sheng Yize snorted. âYouâre hopeless.â
An Xiaxia went happily into the yard, where Qi Yanxi was out of breath from being chased all over the place. He seemed to see his savior when he spotted her. âHere, be their mother hen. Iâm exhausted... Why donât these kids ever get tired?â
The kids chattered, âPlay! Letâs play!â
Hence, An Xiaxia was enlisted and had to play with the little ones.
Sheng Yize stood on the stairs with a hand in his pocket. His gaze followed An Xiaxia everywhere.
Qi Yanxi went up to him and said eagerly, âTomorrow when you come to pick up the bride, how about picking Xiaxia up from my place?â
Sheng Yize darted him a glance. âAre you the brideâs family or the bridegroomâs?â
âSeriously? Of course Iâm with the bridegroom!â Qi Yanxi said without hesitation. Sheng Yize stepped back immediately. âYouâre my family? Says who? Go away!â
Qi Yanxi: ... I didnât see that trap coming! You cunning man!
He rolled his eyes. âFine! Iâm with the bride. Happy?â
Sheng Yize patted his head genially. âLittle Flower, I think youâve improved greatly at being politically aware.â
âStop touching my head! Iâll stop growing!â
â... How old are you now?â
âWeâre all in our twenties. Why do you need to ask?â
Sheng Yize said sincerely, âYouâre a year older than me. So, when Iâm 29, youâll be 30.â
Qi Yanxi: ... And there was the even bigger trap!
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The courtyard was bustling.
At midnight.
The fireworks shot up as planned, lighting up the sky.
The stars twinkled and the fireworks were splendid. Everything was as beautiful as a painting.
âHappy New Year!â
He Jiayu held Su Xiaomoâs hand, his smile genial. âHappy New Year, Momo.â
âSay you love me!â
âAhem... I love you.â
He Jiayu blushed after that.
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Fang Shanshan tugged at Chi Yuanfengâs sleeve. âDonât be mad at me.â
âHappy New Year.â Chi Yuanfeng gave her a hug. âIf our wedding embarrasses you, then... call it off.â
He grinned, flashing his white teeth.
Fang Shanshan stomped her foot. âYouâre an idiot, Chi Yuanfeng! The biggest idiot!â
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Sheng Yize took An Xiaxiaâs hand and looked into her eyes. âTomorrow is our wedding. Nervous?â
An Xiaxia said, âYouâve asked me that question at least a dozen times.â
What made a haughty idol so talkative?
Youâre the nervous one, arenât you?