Wen Nian hadn’t intended to speak, but when Song Lili asked, he shared with her the words he had heard from his grandfather at the Wen Family house that day.
After listening, Song Lili turned to lean on his arm and hugged him tightly but said nothing.
Wen Nian closed his eyes, and shortly after, the breath above her head grew steady and rhythmic.
Wen Liangyu... was a vile person, growing more evil with age.
In the dark night, Song Lili kept her eyes open.
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It was the little troublemaker’s full-month celebration, and Wen Nian and Lili had not planned extensively, rely inviting so close acquaintances.
Grandpa Three’s family had called early to inquire about the ti of the party.
Zhongli Wuzhi was on the guest list, unexpectedly, the entire Zhongli family attended.
Guests steadily arrived, and it was the first public appearance for the little troublemaker. Song Lili wore a white dress with straps, the neckline was low but not indecent, sensuous yet asured.
Her shoulder-length hair simply tied back, slightly curly at the top, looked casual yet exuded sophistication everywhere.
Wen Nian held her hand as they walked in from outside the hall, and the entire living room’s noise abruptly ceased.
Song Lili, wearing flat shoes, still displayed enviable perfect body proportions.
Walking beside her was Wen Xun, in a smart little suit, lively, carefully holding Wen Qichen and following Wen Nian and Song Lili.
"Thank you all for taking the ti to join my daughter Wen Qichen’s full-month celebration," Wen Nian started, Song Lili standing by his side.
Around them, standing and sitting... were the most renowned individuals from high society.
Wen Nian’s speech echoed through the grand hall, but most eyes were on her instead.
So envied, so probed, so admired, so scorned...
Song Lili smiled, her almond-shaped eyes creating a beautifully curved shape, her gaze unwavering, confidently accepting everyone’s scrutiny.
Occasionally, she glanced at Wen Nian interacting with the guests, his deanor gentle like a nobleman, his speech polite and graceful...
After Wen Nian finished speaking, he still intentionally held Song Lili’s hand, carefully assisting her down the steps, every action displaying his pampering and care towards her.
When so are celebrated like a Princess, envy inevitably flares in others’ hearts.
Song Xiangqiao ca with Zhuo Ting, sporting a large pregnant belly, dressed in a custom gown.
Seeing her staring hard at the President and his wife, Zhuo Ting nudged her, "I told you not to co, but you insisted."
Song Xiangqiao snapped back to reality, furrowing her brows at Zhuo Ting, "You didn’t want to co because you didn’t want to be embarrassed, right?"
Zhuo Ting quickly patted her hand looped through his arm, which looked the sa but whose fingers could no longer straighten like normal.
He reassured Song Xiangqiao, "Xiao Qiao, you’re overthinking it. How could I be embarrassed by you? See, you said you wanted to co, and I imdiately arranged for a custom gown for you. Don’t be upset; it’s bad for the baby..."
He squinted and smiled, "Do you want to go sit down for a while? Aren’t you tired from standing so long?"
"Baby, baby... all you care about is the baby," Song Xiangqiao said coldly.
Zhuo Ting still squinting, held her hand tighter, "Be good, don’t overthink. Just focus on giving birth, and I’ll handle everything else after that."
Song Xiangqiao pursed her lips, then said to Zhuo Ting, "Go on with your duties, I’ll go sit down by myself. I am a bit tired."
"Alright."
Zhuo Ting patted her hand, slightly turned his body, and lovingly kissed her forehead before he walked away.
Song Xiangqiao stood alone in the vast banquet hall, the floor so polished it reflected people’s images, the enormous crystal chandelier above dazzlingly brilliant, every detail radiating unparalleled splendor.
The sll of top-grade red wine filled the nostrils, mixed with the scent of perfu...
The laughter of guests toasting and conversing filled her ears, with background music played by national-level musicians...
The elongated dining table was set with food made by top chefs, a fusion of Eastern and Western delicacies, the exquisite desserts lted upon touching the tongue, the flavors dancing...
This was the highest level of feast, hosted by the great President.
And the star of this event was...
Song Xiangqiao’s gaze landed on Song Lili, who was near Wen Nian, chatting with guests.
...
"Xiangqiao, this is Sister Lili, and from now on, you’ll be family."
Ten-year-old Song Lili ca to Anlin to attend the wedding of Song Jiayu and her mother; Song Jiayu introduced them to each other.
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