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Beijing, Shen Family.
"Dad, Tongtong’s injury has healed. I want to organize a personal concert for her. What do you think of this idea?" At the dining table, Chu Yunrong looked at Old Sir Shen and asked.
"You can handle this matter yourself. Is Xitong planning to return to Vienna this ti?"
Shen Xitong paused, looking at Old Sir Shen with respect. "I don’t intend to go back for now. I have already completed my studies, and the orchestra is currently performing elsewhere. My teacher advised to practice diligently at ho, so I plan to spend more ti with Grandpa and Mom at ho."
Ever since Granny Shen talked to Shen Xitong, she beca much more restrained, especially in front of Old Sir Shen. She was uncertain about how much Granny Shen had told Old Sir Shen, so she didn’t know how much he understood about the situation and felt a bit apprehensive.
She didn’t want to leave the Shen Family, nor did she wish to. She knew she would be nothing if she left.
Old Sir Shen nodded, "Yun Rong, I know nothing about concerts, so you can handle that as you see fit. But there’s another matter I hope you’ll consider."
"Dad, what is it?"
Old Sir Shen glanced at Shen Xitong, and a strong sense of unease surged in her heart.
"Lanlan is already married to Hengyi, and they’ll hold a wedding once she graduates. Hengyi is a good kid and will surely treat Lanlan well, so I can rest assured about her. But Xitong is not young anymore. She was busy with her studies before, so I didn’t ntion this. Now that she’s back, you, as her mother, should be more mindful of her lifelong matters."
Shen Xitong’s face changed, and she tightened her grip on her chopsticks. "Grandpa, I’m only twenty-five this year. There’s no rush for this. I still want to spend a few more years with you and Mom and Dad."
"When a man grows up, he should marry; when a woman grows up, she should be wed. When the age cos, one should get married. I can’t keep you with forever," Old Sir Shen smiled, but no one could discern the look in his eyes. "A grown daughter cannot be kept at ho; she might beco an enemy."
"But I don’t want to get married so soon. I just want to stay with you and Mom and Dad," Shen Xitong said softly.
She never expected Old Sir Shen to suddenly bring up her marriage. If it had been earlier, she could understand, but not now. She couldn’t believe he didn’t know the person she liked was Fu Hengyi. Shen Qinglan just got married, and now he couldn’t wait to send her off?
To Shen Xitong, Old Sir Shen’s actions were just to clear the way for Shen Qinglan by getting her out of the picture.
Does being one’s biological child an that much?
Shen Xitong lowered her eyes, her gaze unreadable.
Chu Yunrong glanced at her daughter, her head lowered, then at her serious father-in-law, trying to smooth things over. "Dad, there’s no rush with this right now, but I will keep an eye out and see who the outstanding young n are in Beijing."
Old Sir Shen nodded with satisfaction. "However, our family doesn’t emphasize social status, what’s most important is the man’s character. Xitong is, after all, our Shen Family’s daughter, and she must find a good man."
To Shen Xitong, these words sounded like they wanted to marry her off to a nobody, completely crushing her dreams.
**
Shen Qinglan had been in Hang City for several days, spending her days wandering around different parts of the city, enjoying the sights and local cuisine. Sotis she would find a spot with fewer people and beautiful scenery, set up her easel, and stay there all day until sunset before returning to the hotel.
So days, she would even stay out until midnight to see the night view of West Lake.
Fu Hengyi hadn’t called since the first evening, so Shen Qinglan figured he must be on another mission.
She continued to send photos to Fu Hengyi’s phone every day, one or two at a ti, regardless of whether he could see them.
anwhile, Daniel called Shen Qinglan once, initially wanting to invite her to a salon. But upon hearing she was creating art, he cheerfully hung up the call.
After spending a week in Hang City, Shen Qinglan planned to visit Yue City the next day, known to be the birthplace of Yue opera and the hotown of the great calligrapher Wang Xizhi. Although not fond of calligraphy herself, her grandfather loved it.
Rembering Yu Xiaoxuan’s words about not being allowed into the dorm without local specialties, Shen Qinglan changed clothes and went out intending to buy snacks or silk for her dorm mates. During her excursions, she had heard that the most authentic osmanthus cake wasn’t the kind she had tried but was made by an old lady in a small alley in the east of the city. The taste was unmatched anywhere else.
That place was a bit far from where she was staying, so Shen Qinglan hailed a cab and gave the driver the address.
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