Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Xia Ning’s hand paused lightly on her cellphone. She turned and saw a white-haired elderly person going downstairs with the help of two male servants. Because Shen Tianlang joined, one of the male servants withdrew his hands to make way for him.
She looked away and curled her lips. He has finally come. All of a sudden, she looked at Song Chenfeng opposite her and raised her eyebrows. What was with his expression?
Song Chenfeng stared at Xing Ning like a dead fish. By staring at her in this way, he did not believe that she would still fail to notice him!
But he thought too much. Xia Ning just glanced at him. Then she stood up and turned her back to him.
Fire almost came out from Song Chenfeng’s eyes. What was the woman’s attitude? Did she forget the feud between them so soon? Or did she consider him to be nothing?!
Shen Tianlang carefully helped the Old Mr. Shen come downstairs. Shen Weiran also went forward. The servant withdrew at once to make room for her to help the Old Mr. Shen come to the sofa.
Xia Ning watched the white-haired elderly man walk towards her. He had passed 80. His legs and feet were so inert that he needed someone to help him walk. His face was deeply wrinkled. But people could still see his appearance when he was young. By intuition, Xia Ning thought that Shen Donglai had completely inherited his looks.
This was the Old Mr. Shen, the real head of the Shen family. His name was Shen Yuanqi. And he was Xia Ning’s nominal grandfather.
Shen Yuanqi let Shen Weiran and Shen Tianlang help him walk to the sofa and sit down, while Shen Donglai had stood aside long ago.
“Bocheng has also come.” Shen Yuanqi said when he saw Song Bocheng standing aside.
“Dad,” Song Bocheng called. His head lowered, his face was cold.
Shen Yuanqi nodded, glanced at the people around him and said, “Sit down, all of you.” His gaze suddenly fell upon Xia Ning who was standing not far away. The instant he saw her, there was a flicker of surprise in his slightly turbid eyes.
Shen Weiran sat down beside Shen Yuanqi. She glanced at Xia Ning with venom in her eyes. Now that her father had come, how can he let this woman stay arrogant?
Shen Donglai sat down and so did all the other people. But only Xia Ning was still standing.
Shen Tianlang looked at Xia Ning and said, “Ke, why are you still in a daze? Call Grandpa!”
Xia Ning glanced at Shen Tianlang. At this time, did he still think that she could mix with the Shen family harmoniously? What a rotten good man.
She turned to look at Shen Yuanqi who had white hair and a wrinkled face. She suddenly smiled, “We haven’t seen each other for 16 years. Old Mr. Shen, do you still remember me?”
Sixteen years was long enough for him to become really old.
Sixteen years ago, she knelt down outside the Shen family and begged them to save her mother. She could remember clearly that on the morning after she had been kneeling down for a day and a night, a car came out and passed by her, completely ignoring her. She remembered more clearly the face of the man in the car. At that time, he was looking at her indifferently, even with disgust.
She would always remember his expression. He was looking at her in the way he was looking at something filthy.
“Ke…” Shen Tianlang called in a low voice. He was worried that she would say something harsh. He immediately said to Shen Yuanqi, “Grandpa, this is Ke, Aunt Chuxia’s daughter.”
Shen Yuanqi gazed at Xia Ning for a long time as if he was able to see an old friend in her. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, “You look very similar to your grandma.”