Chapter 483: Rong Haiyue, You Are Out Of Your Mind
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Come in and sit down,” Rong Haiyue said. “Did you just arrive?”
“Yes.”
“Have you eaten?” Rong Haiyue took the gift from Li Sicheng.
“Yes, we just ate at the hotel,” Su Qianci replied as she was ushered in. At first glance, she was caught by the photo displayed on the big cabinet at the door. It was a big family portrait. Rong Anna was smiling happily. Rong Haiyue had a small but heartfelt smile on his face. And on the right side, the woman’s expression was a little distant, looking odd in the photo.
“That is my wife,” Rong Haiyue explained. “Does she look a bit like you?”
“Rong Xuan,” Su Qianci said. “It turned out that she was in the hospital of Kingstown to see you last time.”
“Have you met her?”
“Yes. When I was in the hospital, I ran into her on the hallway on my way to visit you. She looked a little cold.”
“She has always been like this.” Rong Anna smiled and gave them tea. “The nanny has gone home for the Chinese New Year. I don’t know how to make tea. Please don’t mind it.”
“This is my daughter, Rong Anna. She is 21 years old this year, so she should be one or two years younger than you, sort of a younger sister. Maybe you can be good friends.”
“If she is twenty-one years old, she should be the same age as me.” Su Qianci felt that she was aged by him. “I am 21 years old, and my birthday is in October. So, I shouldn’t be much older than her?”
Rong Haiyue was dumbstruck. “Aren’t you the daughter of Song Yifan? You should be 22 or 23 years old?”
Rong Xuan came back to him 22 years ago. Judging from Su Qianci’s looks, he could be certain that she was Rong Xuan’s daughter. If she was the child between Song Yifan and Rong Xuan, then she should be at least 22 years old. How could she be 21?
“What does it have to do with you how old she is?” A cold voice said, followed by the clicking of high heels. “Do you want to enjoy the young grass as an old cow?” She sounded indifferent without a single ounce of politeness. Vaguely, there was even a bit of disdain in her voice. “She is the same age as your daughter. Rong Haiyue, you are out of your mind.”
Almost everyone turned back at the same time, and they immediately saw the elegant lady. Rong Xuan was wearing a royal blue cashmere coat, a thick long qipao underneath, and a pair of heels that were about 2 inches high.
“Rong Xuan…” Rong Haiyue called, as a crazy possibility passed his mind. “Is it…”
“You should go back.” Rong Xuan looked at Li Sicheng and Su Qianci. “We have to deal with our family affairs. I’m afraid strangers should not be present. We will not walk you out.”
Su Qianci looked at her and couldn’t help but think of her face in Song Yifan’s photo. Thinking of Song Yifan’s miserable life for so many years, Su Qianci sulked. She stood up and asked, “Rong Xuan, you are Rong Xuan?”
Rong Xuan obviously did not want to respond, looking indifferent.
“My grandma asked me to ask you something when I see you.”
Hearing that, Rong Xuan looked at her and a touch of emotion passed her indifferent face. “Your grandma?”
“It is the mother of my father, Song Yifan. She asked you: After being the Song family’s daughter for a few years and then destroying everything in the family, have you ever regretted it?”