Chapter 368: Chapter 368: No Wonder You’re Dressed So Outrageously for a Blind Date
“Okay,” Si Chenli slowly sat up from the hospital bed, bracing himself with his hands.
Although he had no injuries on his body, he was careful not to disturb his face, so every movent seed to be in slow motion.
Sang Qiao gently stepped forward to support his arm, and after he was seated, she moved the overbed table closer and placed the light porridge on it for his convenience.
After Si Chenli adjusted his sitting position, he suddenly rembered sothing, “Mom, Qiaoqiao is here to take care of , you can take Tiantian back after I finish eating.”
“There’s no need, we’ve booked rooms at the hotel opposite the hospital,” Mrs. Si waved her hand, she was determined to stay and take good care of her son.
“Yeah, Dad, let us stay, I won’t cause any trouble,” Si Tiantian pleaded with her eyes. She knew that adults didn’t like to bring children to the hospital without a reason, thinking it was bad luck, but she really didn’t care about that; she wanted to stay and watch over her dad.
“Then stay,” Si Chenli, seeing their insistence, said nothing more.
He felt a strange warmth in his chest due to his daughter’s closeness to him, which probably stemd from their blood relation; even though they had not seen each other for many years, they quickly beca familiar with each other again after a short ti together.
“Oh yeah!” Tiantian cheered, her eyes brimming with joy.
Watching this scene, Sang Qiao couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile; this was sothing she never dared to dream of before.
Her daughter, her husband, all by her side—a reunion and happiness for their family.
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Sang Mansion
Sang Shen was forced to go out and buy several new suits, most of which were selected by Mr. Sang Senior, so he ended up with suits in red, yellow, blue, green—you na it.
Looking at the rainbow of suits in his wardrobe, Mr. Sang Senior still strongly recomnded that he wear the red one for the blind date that day.
“Sang Shen, trust , you can’t go wrong with red, it’s festive, it catches the eye, and any young lady will surely complint you!”
Sang Shen: “…” If he really showed up in that bright red suit, he guessed others might think he was tacky.
He didn’t want the blind date to succeed, but he still had his pride.
“You don’t trust my taste? Just put it on, take a photo, and I’ll ask everyone in the family group chat. They’ll all say it looks good, believe , even Qiaoqiao would think so!”
Mr. Sang Senior, seeing his grandson doubting him, was determined to prove himself.
He had won over his wife not just because he was the right marital match but also because he had his own rits among the many such suitors.
“…Maybe I should just wear blue? Sothing more normal,” Sang Shen still wanted to fight for his image.
He hardly ever wore bright red, even for formal events hosted by others, always choosing muted colors.
“That color looks good too, but it’s not fitting for today’s occasion. Sang Shen, people need to learn to change, to switch up their style,” Mr. Sang Senior earnestly advised.
Sang Shen found it hard to argue with his grandfather’s wisdom and eventually gave in and donned the red suit.
Looking in the mirror at his flashy self, he thought: “…!”
He could only keep reassuring himself it didn’t matter since he didn’t want the blind date to work out anyway. Wearing sothing outrageous could actually be a help to him.
“Not bad at all, you look much better now. Just go to the café suggested by the matchmaker and wait there.”
Mr. Sang Senior’s eyes showed his satisfaction; this would surely impress the young lady.
“Okay,” Sang Shen nodded and followed his grandfather downstairs.
He had arranged to et the girl at two in the afternoon, so there was still so ti left, and he decided to open up a ga to kill ti.
Mr. Sang Senior did not rush him and just silently watched TV, occasionally glancing at the ti. When it was half-past one, he quickly nudged Sang Shen.
“Quick, quick, quick, it’s ti to head out. Don’t be late and make a bad impression on her.”
“Alright, I’m on it,” Sang Shen decisively turned off his phone and stood up to leave. He had no expectation of hitting it off, but his grandfather was still hopeful.
He thought this but did not voice it out. Instead, he obediently went to drive to the café.
When Sang Shen arrived, the girl was already seated. He checked the ti on his phone, one forty-two— he hadn’t been late; she had simply arrived early.
He strode over to the arranged table, “I’m sorry for being late.”
“Not at all, not at all, it was who arrived too early,” said the woman as she promptly stood up, her face flushed. She kept looking up at Sang Shen, feeling incredibly excited.
She couldn’t believe she was on a date with her once-favorite celebrity—whether it worked out or not, it was a mory for a lifeti!
“Would you like to drink sothing?” After Sang Shen sat down, he passed her the nu.
“I’m easy-going. Sang Emperor, I’m your fan. Could we take a photo together, and could you give an autograph?”
“…Sure,” Sang Shen was stunned. He hadn’t expected to encounter a fan on a blind date. If it had been during the ti when he was more popular, it would have been normal.
But now… his reputation was tarnished, and there were not many fans left online.
Hearing that her idol agreed, the woman who had been sitting stood up and walked to his side, opened the cara on her phone, flipped the cara for a selfie.
Her smile was radiant, and though Sang Shen looked indifferent, his looks were top-notch, handso no matter the angle.
“Click!” The woman made various poses, snapping several photos in a row.
Afterward, she walked back to her seat and took out a pen and a poster of Sang Shen from her bag, “Sang Emperor, just sign here.”
“Okay.” Sang Shen took it and flamboyantly signed his na on it.
“Oh, by the way, my na is Jiang Xiting.”
“Alright, Miss Jiang,” Sang Shen nodded politely. As long as he stayed until three, he could leave.
“Sang Emperor, what do you think of ? Is there a chance for us to get to know each other better?” Jiang Xiting’s eyes were filled with hope.
“Sorry, I don’t really have any intentions, and I’m not an emperor anymore; you can just call by my na,” Sang Shen said bluntly.
“Alright, Sang Shen, I understand. Can we be friends then?” Jiang Xiting had expected to be rejected, but she was still hopeful.
The mont she was truly rejected, a sense of loss filled her heart.
“We can, Xiting.”
“Did your family force you out on this blind date?” Jiang Xiting’s face turned red. Hearing her own na casually uttered by him was incredibly thrilling — she had succeeded in eting her star!
“Sothing like that,” Sang Shen responded politely, his mind occupied with counting down the ti.
“No wonder you wore red. You wanted to leave a bad impression on her,” she realized.
After the realization, Jiang Xiting instantly found Sang Shen’s red suit much more appealing.
She didn’t think it left a bad impression. In fact, if Sang Shen was willing, she truly wanted to get to know him better.
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