Chapter 649: Exchanging Invitations (3)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Su Zhinian bent over to pick up the card and tossed the envelope aside . The outside of the card was impeccably designed . A big red heart had the word "Invitation" printed in big black block letters in the middle . Beside it was word 'Joy' 1 gilded in gold . The design was romantic and celebratory .
Uncle Song gave me a wedding invitation it seems… Wait, the Song family is having a wedding?
Su Zhinian stopped drying his hair . He stared at the invitation for a long time before he blinked twice, tossed the towel aside, and pulled the card open .
The first thing that he saw after opening the card was the picture of Song Qingchun and Qin Yinan . In the picture, Song Qingchun was standing before a wall of flowers, her head lowered and her smile coy . Qin Yinan stood beside her with one of his hands on her face and another holding her hands while he looked down at her .
Su Zhinian's lips quivered involuntarily as his gaze moved slowly down .
"You are cordially invited to the wedding of my daughter, Song Qingchun, on 12th December 2016 (Chinese Calendar) or 9th January 2017 (English Calendar) . We hope that Mr . Su Zhinian will come to share in the joy of the ceremony .
"Venue: Beijing Hotel .
"Time: 12 pm . "
At the most bottom part of the card, there was a common Chinese wedding greeting line—'Holding your hand, we'll grow old together . '
There were not many words on the card, but Su Zhinian read it multiple times before his gaze eventually landed on the phrase 'the wedding of my daughter, Song Qingchun' .
Song Qingchun's wedding… Song Qingchun is getting married .
It was not until the word 'married' sounded in his mind that Su Zhinian realized that Song Menghwa had mailed him an invitation to Song Qingchun's wedding .
It was not until the word 'married' sounded in his mind that Su Zhinian realized that Song Menghwa had mailed him an invitation to Song Qingchun's wedding .
Su Zhinian felt like he was dreaming . He unconsciously reached out to pinch his arm . When he felt the jolt of pain, he had to admit the truth; he was not dreaming .
Song Qingchun was really getting married…
Su Zhinian's eyes moved around in obvious panic . He was so unlike himself that he forgot to release the fingers that were pinching himself . He stood like a statue beside his bed, holding the invitation in his hand, completely immobile .
The sun slowly moved below the horizon . It was not until the local church's bells started to ring that Su Zhinian moved his eyes away from the card .
The sun slowly moved below the horizon . It was not until the local church's bells started to ring that Su Zhinian moved his eyes away from the card .
He looked out the window somewhat lost . Staring at the lights of the city, he nodded rather mechanically and told himself, "It's getting late; it's time for dinner . "
Su Zhinian put the card down, turned around, and walked downstairs with a calm expression . He looked no different from his usual self . He walked calmly into the kitchen and opened the fridge to take out some eggs, tomatoes, and a bag of noodles .
After finished dicing the tomatoes, he only then realized that the tomatoes had not been washed yet .
Chapter 649: Exchanging Invitations (3). Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97 Su Zhinian bent over to pick up the card and tossed the envelope aside . The outside of the card was impeccably designed . A big red heart had the word Invitation printed in big black block letters in the middle . Beside it was word Joy 1 gilded in gold . The design was romantic and celebratory . Uncle Song gave me a wedding invitation it seems… Wait, the Song family is having a wedding? Su Zhinian stopped drying his hair . He stared at the invitation for a long time before he blinked twice, tossed the towel aside, and pulled the card open . The first thing that he saw after opening the card was the picture of Song Qingchun and Qin Yinan . In the picture, Song Qingchun was standing before a wall of flowers, her head lowered and her smile coy . Qin Yinan stood beside her with one of his hands on her face and another holding her hands while he looked down at her . Su Zhinians lips quivered involuntarily as his gaze moved slowly down . You are cordially invited to the wedding of my daughter, Song Qingchun, on 12th December 2016 (Chinese Calendar) or 9th January 2017 (English Calendar) . We hope that Mr . Su Zhinian will come to share in the joy of the ceremony . Venue: Beijing Hotel . Time: 12 pm . At the most bottom part of the card, there was a common Chinese wedding greeting line—Holding your hand, well grow old together . There were not many words on the card, but Su Zhinian read it multiple times before his gaze eventually landed on the phrase the wedding of my daughter, Song Qingchun . Song Qingchuns wedding… Song Qingchun is getting married . It was not until the word married sounded in his mind that Su Zhinian realized that Song Menghwa had mailed him an invitation to Song Qingchuns wedding . Su Zhinian felt like he was dreaming . He unconsciously reached out to pinch his arm . When he felt the jolt of pain, he had to admit the truth; he was not dreaming . Song Qingchun was really getting married… Su Zhinians eyes moved around in obvious panic . He was so unlike himself that he forgot to release the fingers that were pinching himself . He stood like a statue beside his bed, holding the invitation in his hand, completely immobile . The sun slowly moved below the horizon . It was not until the local churchs bells started to ring that Su Zhinian moved his eyes away from the card . He looked out the window somewhat lost . Staring at the lights of the city, he nodded rather mechanically and told himself, Its getting late; its time for dinner . Su Zhinian put the card down, turned around, and walked downstairs with a calm expression . He looked no different from his usual self . He walked calmly into the kitchen and opened the fridge to take out some eggs, tomatoes, and a bag of noodles . After finished dicing the tomatoes, he only then realized that the tomatoes had not been washed yet .