Chapter 889
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It was Song Menghwa who had single-handedly calmed down the commotion at the anniversary celebration.
Song Menghwa was a man at the end of his life. After he entered the suite, Song Menghwa collapsed weakly on the sofa. He held his chest, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before he managed to catch his breath. He moved his arms that had been numb for a long time before he managed to sit up straight.
Song Menghwa opened his eyes, and when he saw the empty space before him, he was startled. He looked around and saw Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian standing side by side at the door of the suite.
The two of them were still in the same state they were in the banquet hall. Their eyes were staring straight ahead, and their expressions were blank like their pressure points had been sealed.
Song Menghwa frowned. "Why are you two still standing at the door? Come and take a seat!"
Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian did not seem to hear Song Menghwa. They were still standing there, and their eyelids did not even flicker.
Song Menghwa's frown deepened, and he continued to urge them. Seeing as they were still unmoved, he used his walking stick to knock on the table.
Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian's bodies shook before they turned to look at Song Menghwa.
When Song Menghwa saw them come to, he placed his walking stick beside the coffee table and said, "Come here!"
Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian walked to the coffee table one after another.
Song Menghwa pointed at the sofa before him, signaling for them to sit down.
Like puppets, Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian sat together stiffly on the sofa. Their posture was as orderly as two primary school students sitting side by side.
Song Menghwa leaned back into the sofa, and before he said anything, he asked Song Qingchun with concern, "Qingchun, do you feel unwell anywhere?"
Song Qingchun shook her head dumbly like a wooden doll.
Song Menghwa then explained his earlier plan with a relieved expression. "This is what I'm thinking. Qingchun is about two months pregnant, and the first trimester is unstable, so I don't suggest holding a wedding now. Qingchun needs time to rest, what do you guys think?"
Hold a wedding?
Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian repeated the term several times in their minds like they were listening to a heavenly book, but there was no trace of emotion on their faces.
"Did I ask you anything?" Song Menghwa raised his voice.
Su Zhinian, who still had no idea what Song Menghwa was talking about, quickly nodded.
Seeing Su Zhinian nod, Song Qingchun nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
Song Menghwa continued. "Three months later, Qingchun's belly will be big, and it won't look good in a wedding dress. So, we'll hold the wedding after the baby is born …"
This time, Song Menghwa didn't wait for them to nod and continued. "… Qingchun's main focus now is to take care of the baby. Su Zhinian, I don't care how busy you are with work, but from now on, your main focus is to accompany your wife and child …"
"…" Song Menghwa, who had said a lot, suddenly poked his head forward with a smile. "… Have you decided on a name for the child?"
Like two idiots, Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun stared at Song Menghwa with their mouths agape.
Song Menghwa frowned and was about to come up with a name for his grandson when Su Zhinian suddenly said softly, "You mentioned a wedding?"
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