??Chapter 169: 169, Newlywed Wife, Song Qinghuan
Chapter 169: 169, Newlywed Wife, Song Qinghuan
Song Qinghuan quickly averted her gaze, but she could still feel that man’s eyes, following her and Shi Yuhuan.
Who was he? Was he the young master the butler ntioned earlier?
What is his relationship with Shi Yuhuan? It didn’t seem like there was any animosity, but their relationship didn’t seem good either. If not, what did that gaze represent?
She had no ti to ponder, as Shi Yuhuan had already led her to the doorway of the study, and gently knocked on the door twice.
Imdiately, a deep and imposing voice ca from inside: “Co in.”
Shi Yuhuan pushed open the door and walked in, hand in hand with her.
Looking up, Song Qinghuan saw an elderly man sitting by the study desk. His hair was white with age, and his weather-beaten face showed traces of age, but a youthful spirit could still be seen on his robust figure. His sharp eagle-like eyes were astute and keen.
After giving Shi Yuhuan a cursory glance, he fixed his gaze on Song Qinghuan. He twirled two walnuts in his hand but didn’t say anything.
This was Shi Yuhuan’s grandfather, Shi Xiuren.
A man with a legendary reputation. Every ti she t such a figure, Song Qinghuan would instinctively feel a bit nervous.
Shi Yuhuan seed to sense that. He squeezed her hand and pulled her to his side, introducing her to Shi Xiuren: “Grandfather, this is my new wife, Song Qinghuan.”
Song Qinghuan greeted him politely with a smile: “Hello, grandfather!”
Although he had an imposing air, Shi Xiuren’s speech was filled with gentleness: “Co sit.”
As the two settled in the seats next to him, Shi Xiuren kept sizing up Song Qinghuan with his perceptive eyes, his piercing gaze as if trying to see through her.
But when Song Qinghuan sat down and looked at him, he resud his casual smile, asking: “What’s your na?”
“Song Qinghuan..” Before Shi Yuhuan could finish, Shi Xiuren sternly scolded him: “I was asking her.”
Song Qinghuan couldn’t help but want to laugh, this was the first ti anyone dared to command Shi Yuhuan in this way.
Wasn’t this just the classic case of ‘every Jack has his Jill’?
She smiled appropriately at Shi Xiuren: “Good day, grandfather. I am Song Qinghuan.”
Shi Xiuren fixed his gaze on her, his expression unreadable and devoid of any emotive trace.
Suddenly, he smirked, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. His words were incredulous: “Miss Song, did you really marry our Yuhuan?”
Song Qinghuan nodded: “Yes, we did get married!”
Shi Xiuren smiled and asked again: “Then I’d like to know, what was your purpose in marrying our Yuhuan?”
Such a ridiculous question, yet when it ca from him, it was as casual as asking if you’ve had lunch yet.
This air of superiority, far above the masses, did not require any eye contact, just a single question mark seed to express everything.
Song Qinghuan t his gaze, locking eyes for a few seconds before turning to look at Shi Yuhuan.
But, Shi Yuhuan’s gaze was just as indifferent and cold, his face expressionless. It was hard to tell if his grandfather’s question was sothing he was used to, or if he already knew that his grandfather would ask this.
Feeling her gaze, Shi Yuhuan looked at her and said lightly: “Answer grandfather how it is.”
Huh? Did his words an that she could say as she pleased, even if it offended his grandfather?
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