The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Song Qingchen smiled. “Brother Ah Ze, I’ll wait for your hand, then.”

Sheng Yize didn’t smile back. Instead, he said in a serious tone, “Songsong, I have a girlfriend now.”

The smile froze on Song Qingchen’s face.

“It was my fault back then and Songsong, I’ll do everything within my power to make it up to you. As for this engagement joke, please don’t mention it again.” Sheng Yize was talking to Song Qingchen, but the words were actually for Sheng Qingyi.

Sheng Qingyi was livid. He simply couldn’t understand what his son saw in that An Xiaxia.

She was nothing in comparison to Song Qingchen, from her family background to her manners and appearance!

Moreover, Song Qingchen was Sheng Yize’s childhood sweetheart as well as the person that had saved his life. The two must have had feelings for each other back then.

Narrowing his eyes, Sheng Qingyi had an idea.

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Sheng Yize was going to go back home later, but Song Qingchen wouldn’t let him go and talked to him on and on about their old days together.

He listened to her politely while darting looks at the clock on the wall. His eyebrows knitted tighter and tighter.

Song Qingchen was a smart girl herself and could tell that he was preoccupied.

It must be that girlfriend of his.

She snickered inwardly, but played the pretty weakling perfectly. When Sheng Yize rose to his feet and was about to say goodbye, she fell down from the sofa, her face drained of all color.

“Songsong, are you ok?” Sheng Yize helped her up right away.

Song Qingchen put a hand on her forehead and said weakly, “Brother Ah Ze, I’m a little dizzy…”

Sheng Yize was taken aback. He then recalled that the file had mentioned that she had fallen victim to a chronic disease from saving him back then and had been in poor health ever since.

He was overwhelmed by guilt at that thought. Picking Song Qingchen up in both arms, he said calmly, “I’ll ask the doctor to come over and have a look at you.”

After the doctor was finished, it was past midnight.

“Songsong, you can sleep here tonight. I’ll have the driver take you back home tomorrow,” Sheng Yize said indifferently, but Song Qingchen caught him by the lower hem of his clothes.

“Brother Ah Ze…” Maybe it was because of the sudden malady, but her eyes glistened with tears. “Actually… I’ve had a rough time all these years.”

An endless silence fell over the room. The only sound was Song Qingchen’s quiet, broken sobs.

She said, “I missed you… I really did… But I was so young. I wrote you at that old address, but you never wrote back. I’ve been waiting for you to find me. I waited so long…”

Her tiny crying voice rang out in the silent night.

“I’m sorry.” There was nothing he could say apart from that.

“Teehee. Don’t worry, Brother Ah Ze. We’re together again, aren’t we?” Song Qingchen smiled through her tears, her eyes like two cute crescent moons. “Brother Ah Ze, I don’t want anything, but can you tell me a story like you used to when we were little…”

Her words jogged Sheng Yize’s memory and he stared blankly into the air for a moment. He then asked mildly, “What story do you want to hear?”

“Anything, as long as it’s Brother Ah Ze telling it!” Song Qingchen acted like a naive child, but there was a deep and imperceptible shrewdness in her eyes.

When Sheng Yize finished the story, it was three o’clock in the morning.

He quickly drove back home to find An Xiaxia sleeping soundly in bed.

Somehow, the moment he saw An Xiaxia, he finally felt complete.

Climbing into bed, he reached out to pull An Xiaxia into his arms, but felt something wet on her pillow.

Had she been… crying?