The relatives and friends from the Lu and Song families had almost all arrived, some were resting in their rooms while others were already playing outside.
Returning to the room, Lu Jinghan directly carried Han Xi onto the bed, "I missed you."
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Han Xi hooked her arms around his neck, lifted her upper body slightly, and kissed his lips, her long black hair cascading down her back.
Lu Jinghan raised his hand to hold the back of Han Xi’s head, deepening the kiss forcefully.
Just as things almost got out of hand, the room’s doorbell rang. Han Xi nervously pushed Lu Jinghan away, her breathing a bit erratic, "Someone’s here."
Lu Jinghan helplessly pinched his eyebrows, raised his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of Han Xi’s mouth, "Get dressed, I’ll go answer the door."
Han Xi nodded, quickly tidied up her disheveled clothes, and got out of bed.
Lu Jinghan walked to the door and opened it, "Brother, why are you here?"
"I’m here to talk to Xiao Xi about something, is she here?"
"I’m here, brother, come in."
Han Xi had already come out of the bedroom and sat down on the sofa in the living room, looking up at Song Yan with a somewhat complicated expression, "What’s wrong?"
Song Yan’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, hesitated for quite a while before speaking, "Xiao Xi, Auntie wants to attend your wedding. Originally, Dad didn’t agree to let her come, fearing you wouldn’t like her, but Auntie just called me saying she’s already in Vienna. She’s asking if she can come."
The "Auntie" Song Yan mentioned was Song Mingyuan’s wife, Shen Qiong.
There was not the slightest ripple in Han Xi’s clear pupils as she calmly looked at Song Yan, "Brother, is she good to you?"
Song Yan hadn’t expected Han Xi to suddenly ask this. He nodded, "Auntie is very good to me. She didn’t have her own child when she was young because of me; she was afraid that if she did, she wouldn’t be able to devote herself to me fully, and feared I would lose my sense of security because of it."
Song Yan took a sip of the water on the table, paused, and continued, "She is incredibly good to me. When I was little, I once thought of calling her Mom, but Auntie said I have my own biological mother and told me not to force it; as long as I remember that she is also family, it’s enough. As I grew older, work often kept me away from home, which made Auntie and Dad feel lonely, so they decided to have a child."
"Brother, then let Auntie come."
Han Xi looked at Song Yan with clear eyes and a faint smile on her lips.
"Xiao Xi, you really don’t mind?"
Han Xi embraced Song Yan, who was sitting next to her, "She’s been so good to you, always treating you as her own child and taking care of you. Why would I mind such a kind person?"
Since Song Yan regards Shen Qiong as family, Han Xi would naturally treat her well.
After all, it was Shen Qiong who took care of Song Yan in place of her own mother for these past thirty years.
Fortunately, she was a kind person and has always been kind to Song Yan.
"I’ll call Auntie now then."
Song Yan happily took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Shen Qiong’s number. Shen Qiong said she was already at the hotel’s entrance.
When Han Xi and the others came out, Shen Qiong was standing at the hotel’s entrance with a little girl about four or five years old, along with a suitcase beside her.
Song Yan walked over quickly and picked up the little girl next to Shen Qiong, "Have you missed your brother?"
"Yes, Meng Meng misses her brother every day."
The little girl, with her soft voice, hugged Song Yan’s neck and even gave him a kiss on the cheek.