Flash Marriage

Chapter 39

In the end, Xue Yun Feng chose a delicate yet graceful glass cup for Jiang Li’s birthday present. When I saw the price of the cup, I shook my head in lament. This year’s youngsters sure knows how to spend.

To repay me a favor, Xue Yun Feng plans on buying me feminine stuff. I couldn’t ask for more. Since he is the one swiping his card, today, I shall help him swipe some more.

I browsed around for some while around the women section. Seeing this is pretty and that is pretty, right when I lowered my head to walk to the front, I bumped into a person. Thus, I raised my head to look at the person. For a while, I have to say, I was shocked.

The person opposite of me is also as surprised as I was. He stares at me, the words at the corner of his mouth can’t even come forth.

I stared at him, my mouth not listening accidentally calls him ‘father.’

And so, the person I called “father’ became very much excited because from the corner of his mouth to the end of his toes, he was shaking quite a bit. If I hadn’t known him, I would’ve thought he is having a sudden seizure. This is not good.

He lifts his hand shakingly, as if he wants to see whether I am real. My heart is in conflict, and took a step back looking at him.

So he put down his hand, staring at my face murmured: “You finally called me ‘dad’.”

I lowered my head not speaking. I do not know how to describe my mood this instant. Anger? I thought that I would be angry, but not really. I don’t know when, but my hatred for this person has been replaced by another emotion.

I raised my head looking at him. At this time his face has a lot of wrinkles, with a few that are very deep. His sideburns have already turned white, completely not having that year’s valiant…… He really is old, way older than he was when he left that year. My heart is suddenly filled with a sense of melancholy, don’t know why.

Xue Yun Feng who was at the side saw this scene, bends at bit at the waist towards my dad, and called a “uncle”.

My dad nodded towards Xue Yun Feng, and then continued to look at me. There was something in his eyes that I cannot describe.

At this time, a middle-aged woman walked to his side, pulled his hand asked: “Look at me wear this dress, is it pretty?”

He glanced at her sideways, half-heartedly saying: “Pretty, pretty.”

At this moment the woman also saw us. She looked at us, and then looked back at him with questioning eyes.

He let go of her hand and said: “This is Xiao Yan.”

The woman nodded warmly at me, so I had no choice but to smile and call her “auntie”.