Chapter 972: 972
Holding the card, An Xiaxia felt like crying .
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She wasn’t biologically related to the An family at all, but Papa An and An Yibei cared about her wholeheartedly .
She had registered with Sheng Yize in such haste that she didn’t even tell Papa An at the time .
But all they ever gave her was love .
She checked the balance on the card .
It ran to six figures .
The An family was by no means rich, and that much money was an amount that Papa An couldn’t have come up with easily . It couldn’t be Papa An’s own money . An Yibei must have contributed to it .
Only that An Yibei wouldn’t tell her .
She was the Song family heiress and the wife of the president of Shengshi . Money was the thing she would need to worry about the least for the rest of her life .
However, Papa An and An Yibei still tried their best to provide for her .
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An Xiaxia went back downstairs with red eyes . Sheng Yize asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”
“Teehee, I got my dowry from my brother and I was so happy that I cried,” said An Xiaxia cheerfully .
Sheng Yize snorted . “You’re hopeless . ”
An Xiaxia went happily into the yard, where Qi Yanxi was out of breath from being chased all over the place . He seemed to see his savior when he spotted her . “Here, be their mother hen . I’m exhausted… Why don’t these kids ever get tired?”
The kids chattered, “Play! Let’s play!”
Hence, An Xiaxia was enlisted and had to play with the little ones .
Sheng Yize stood on the stairs with a hand in his pocket . His gaze followed An Xiaxia everywhere .
Qi Yanxi went up to him and said eagerly, “Tomorrow when you come to pick up the bride, how about picking Xiaxia up from my place?”
Sheng Yize darted him a glance . “Are you the bride’s family or the bridegroom’s?”
“Seriously? Of course I’m with the bridegroom!” Qi Yanxi said without hesitation . Sheng Yize stepped back immediately . “You’re my family? Says who? Go away!”
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Qi Yanxi: … I didn’t see that trap coming! You cunning man!
He rolled his eyes . “Fine! I’m with the bride . Happy?”
Sheng Yize patted his head genially . “Little Flower, I think you’ve improved greatly at being politically aware . ”
“Stop touching my head! I’ll stop growing!”
“… How old are you now?”
“We’re all in our twenties . Why do you need to ask?”
Sheng Yize said sincerely, “You’re a year older than me . So, when I’m 29, you’ll be 30 . ”
Qi Yanxi: … And there was the even bigger trap!
The courtyard was bustling .
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At midnight .
The fireworks shot up as planned, lighting up the sky .
The stars twinkled and the fireworks were splendid . Everything was as beautiful as a painting .
“Happy New Year!”
He Jiayu held Su Xiaomo’s hand, his smile genial . “Happy New Year, Momo . ”
“Say you love me!”
“Ahem… I love you . ”
He Jiayu blushed after that .
Fang Shanshan tugged at Chi Yuanfeng’s sleeve . “Don’t be mad at me . ”
“Happy New Year . ” Chi Yuanfeng gave her a hug . “If our wedding embarrasses you, then… call it off . ”
He grinned, flashing his white teeth .
Fang Shanshan stomped her foot . “You’re an idiot, Chi Yuanfeng! The biggest idiot!”
Sheng Yize took An Xiaxia’s hand and looked into her eyes . “Tomorrow is our wedding . Nervous?”
An Xiaxia said, “You’ve asked me that question at least a dozen times . ”
What made a haughty idol so talkative?
You’re the nervous one, aren’t you?