Chapter 207 Do you have identification documents?
Her family has taken care of everything for her, so she doesn't need to worry about anything.
There's no need to drag it out any longer.
She mainly wanted to verify whether Yan Qihang was really as Nian Ke said.
I arranged to meet Ruan Censhu at a nearby coffee shop.
Located on the first floor, it has a large space and a good view.
Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows is a bustling commercial street.
With people coming and going, it's not easy to do bad things inside.
Si Jingxu wanted to go with her, but Yan Buyu refused.
“Your family has too much influence in Beijing. Ruan Censhu must know you. I don’t want them to know that I’m dating you for the time being.”
Yan Qihang currently only knows that he has a good relationship with the Shen family.
It would be very troublesome if he found out that his boyfriend was Si Jingxu.
“I’ll sit at that table.” Si Jingxu also refused Yan Buyu’s request for him to wait for her in the car outside.
He needs to see his baby with his own eyes to feel at ease.
He wouldn't allow her to suffer even the slightest grievance.
“Okay,” Yan Buyu listened to the advice. “If you see we’re about to fight, come and help me. But it’s not good if word gets out that you hit a woman.”
Si Jingxu raised his chin.
Without saying a word, I followed his gaze and exclaimed, "Oh ho!"
Two men wearing dark sunglasses who looked like they could fight and were tough to fight.
The helpers are in place.
Yan Buyu found a seat by the window.
Si Jingxu was behind the pillar to her left and could see her entire expression.
“Buyu, you’re very punctual.” Ruan Censhu placed her limited-edition luxury brand bag on the table.
"Hello, Auntie," Yan Buyu said softly. "What do you need me for?"
Ruan Censhu felt comforted by being called "Auntie," but remembering her lover's instructions, she decided to suppress her impulse.
"Buyu, our first meeting today was a bit abrupt. It's my fault, Auntie. I didn't expect you to be so understanding," Ruan Censhu carefully chose her words.
He remained obedient and quiet, listening attentively as she continued.
Ruan Censhu's heart softened, and her tone became gentler, "Buyu, what would you like to drink?"
"Auntie, I'd like a latte."
Ruan Censhu called the waiter to order, and also took the opportunity to think about it in her mind.
The coffee was served, and Ruan Censhu added sugar cubes to it while stirring it. "People say that daughters look like their fathers. I thought you would look a lot like him, but after seeing you today, I can tell you don't look like him at all."
They have absolutely no similarities.
“I think you resemble your birth mother more,” Ruan Censhu said to herself, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “I really envy your birth mother.”
“I’ve never met my birth mother.” Yan Buyu took a sip of coffee, her tone completely flat, as if she were talking about someone else. “Yan Qihang said that she disliked me because I was a daughter, so she left after giving birth to me, and then died in a car accident.”
“I’m sorry,” Ruan Censhu realized she had gone off-topic. “Look at me, I’m silent. I hope I didn’t scare you when your aunt came to see you today.”
"Are you here to act as a mediator for Yan Qihang? What does he want?" Yan Buyu put down his coffee cup and spoke directly; talking to this person was too tiring.
“He misses you very much, but he doesn’t say anything,” Ruan Censhu said bluntly when she saw that she was being direct. “He’s getting old and wants to experience the joys of family life and reconnect with his biological daughter.”
"What constitutes establishing contact?" Yan Buyu asked. "Is it sending greeting text messages during holidays?"
“Not only that,” Ruan Censhu said, “he…he wants to live with you.”
“Auntie,” Yan Buyu called out, “I have family, and he has you. Why do we still need to live together? Besides, I’m an adult.”
Ruan Censhu fell silent.
That's what she thought too.
If you really want to acknowledge this daughter, give her some money and buy her some jewelry.
Wouldn't it be better to invite them out for a meal every now and then?
Why do we have to live together?
However, Ruan Censhu glanced at her phone, her eyes flickering slightly, "...He said he misses you a lot."
Yan Buyu put down her coffee cup. "Yan Qihang is here. Let him come over. Why are you acting as a mouthpiece, Auntie? He's a man. How can you push a woman out like this?"
Ruan Censhu was surprised by the silent yet meticulous observation.
The little girl across from me, who was looking down at her phone, seemed to be more than just well-behaved.
Si Jingxu leaned back lazily in his chair, tilting his head to look at his girlfriend.
The more you look at it, the better it looks.
He used to not care what color clothes other people wore.
But after getting to know her, he noticed that colors seemed to come alive on her.
On the day I first met her, she was wearing a white tutu, looking like a little princess.
He thought the white dress looked good.
Later, at her graduation banquet, she wore a pink dress.
He also thought pink looked nice.
After we got together, we saw each other more often.
Red, yellow, blue...
Those colors that he once thought were flamboyant and lively all possessed a special sense of tranquility in her.
Today I wore an extremely ordinary light purple tracksuit.
He felt that she had elevated the color to a whole new level.
Si Jingxu was pondering why his girlfriend was so wonderful when his phone, which was on the table, lit up.
He clicked on it.
My favorite little feather: [Yan Qihang is here]
Si Jingxu frowned and looked up at the entrance of the coffee shop.
A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties walked in.
He was about 1.75 meters tall, of average build, and had a good appearance. He walked towards Yan Buyu's table with a smile on his face.
"Silence."
Yan Buyu turned around and saw Yan Qihang's smiling face. He subconsciously shifted an inch behind him.
Yan Qihang acted as if he hadn't seen her and sat down next to Ruan Censhu with a smile.
Seeing that face again after so many years, even with all the preparation, still caused me a moment of panic.
Without saying a word, he took his hand off the table and placed it on his knee.
I clenched my fists tightly, forcing myself to calm down.
Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and looked directly into Yan Qihang's eyes.
These eyes no longer held the murky, ruthless look they had when she demanded money from him in her past life.
Only endless shrewd calculations.
“Buyu, you’ve grown so much, you’re so beautiful. If you walked down the street, I really wouldn’t recognize you.” Yan Qihang stared intently at her, a smile on his face, but it was full of probing.
“Excuse me, I’ve almost forgotten what you look like,” Yan Buyu said softly. “Do you have any identification? Let me see it.”
Yan Qihang was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.
As he took out his ID, he said, "The child has grown up and has become more aware of self-protection, which is good. Xinyan has raised you very well. What about your brother Yunqi? How is your relationship now?"
Yan Buyu glanced at the driver's license that he was pushing towards him, then pushed it back to him.
"Did you need something from me?" Yan Buyu asked.
Yan Qihang sighed, "My child, I miss you. When you were little, our family wasn't well-off, and your mother passed away early. It wasn't easy for me to raise you all by myself."
yes.
They leave their young children at home and only provide them with food three days a week.
It was all out of necessity.
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