Exposing the past (I) Qiao Shaorong smiled slightly when he heard this: "You need to get rid of the man you don't want, and I need a wife, it's that simple. Of course, the most important thing is that we trust each other."

Wen Cai's face turned slightly pale, as if there were many things, but he was still unsure: "Mr. Qiao, do you need a wife?"

Qiao Shaorong leaned towards the back of the chair with a faint smile and said in a deep voice: "Actually, people don't have to live for other people's eyes, but if they can, why not try their best to be a normal person?"

After he said this, Wen Cai suddenly remembered a report about him in a domestic magazine not long ago. Given that he is a successful and excellent man, he has not started a family for so many years, and is not close to women and is inseparable from scandals. In summary, he is very likely... gay.

Thinking of that report, Wen Cai couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled: "Some domestic media are so boring."

"But maybe it's because they're bored that they can add a little fun to our lives." Qiao Shaorong raised his eyebrows slightly, but there was no intention of blame.

Wen Cai looked at his smile and paused for a long time before finally speaking: "Mr. Qiao, I feel very relaxed, comfortable and happy with you. But getting married seems...too hasty."

Qiao Shaorong still smiled and said, "I know, it may be difficult to have you accept a marriage, especially if it is something like this. I admit that I am a little abrupt, but that's because I think it seems the best time now."

Wen Cai's face turned slightly red, and he lowered his head and stirred the milk cup in his hand without saying a word.

Qiao Shaorong continued, "Fortunately, I am patient. If you can't accept it for the time being, then we will do it step by step."

Wen Cai was stunned again: "Step by step?"

The smile on Qiao Shaorong's face expanded slightly, and his tone was also very relaxed: "Sorry, I haven't been in a relationship for many years. In the normal order, it should be a pursuit, fall in love, and then get married, right?"

Wen Cai was amused by his tone: "Mr. Qiao..."

"Well, after all, the ages are different. You know, I'm really afraid that things from that era will be outdated now." Qiao Shaorong laughed in a low voice, "Fortunately, they still look the same now."

Wen Cai pursed her lips and laughed softly.

Qiao Shaorong pushed the ring on the table in the direction of her again: "Please put this ring away for the time being. When you can finally accept me, put it on your hands. Of course, if you can't accept it no matter how hard I try, you can return it to me."

At the same time, on the road outside, a tall Chinese man suddenly appeared, carrying a shopping bag in one hand and a little girl in the other hand, and the two of them laughed all the way.

But being with Stephen again is really happier for Nannan than eating French fries every day, so no matter what Song Xiyuan said, the little girl always laughed happily until she leaned back and forth.

Just as we leaned down, two familiar figures came into the little girl's eyes in the cafe next to us.

"Mom!" The little girl suddenly widened her eyes and shouted at the wide floor-to-ceiling window of the cafe.

Of course, the people inside couldn't hear it, but Song Xiyuan suddenly stopped and turned to look at the cafe.

It turned out to be really gentle, and there was a man sitting opposite her.

"Mom and Uncle Qiao!" Nannan suddenly saw Qiao Shaorong clearly and pointed out the facts clearly.

Song Xiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Not only her and Qiao Shaorong, if he read it correctly, there should be a weird velvet box on the table - that size, either for earrings or rings.

And Wen Cai had no ear piercing at all.

Song Xiyuan's deep eyes suddenly became even deeper. The next moment, he hugged Nannan and strode towards the cafe.

"Mother!"

Wen Cai was hesitating and suddenly heard Nannan's voice. He thought he had heard it wrong. Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw Nannan's small body running towards him, and another tall figure was slowly walking in at the door.

Wen Cai raised his eyes and saw it. He suddenly reached out and put the ring box on the table into his handbag.

Qiao Shaorong looked at her actions and smiled in her eyes.

Nannan had already run to Wen Cai at this time. Wen Cai hurriedly reached out to pick her up. When she saw the little girl's oily mouth, she frowned slightly. She leaned forward and sniffed gently, and her brows became even tighter: "Are you eating French fries again?"

Nannan quickly covered her little mouth and shook her head.

Wen Cai looked up at Song Xiyuan who was getting closer and closer. After all, he did not continue to pursue the matter. He just said to Nannan: "Nannan, why don't you call someone?"

Nannan's little hand, which was tightly covering her mouth, then she let go slightly and shouted to Qiao Shaorong carefully: "Uncle Qiao!"

Qiao Shaorong reached out and touched the little girl: "Be good at Nannan."

Song Xiyuan had already walked to the table and lowered his head to scan it lightly. The strange box just now was gone. Compared to Wen Cai's slightly unnatural expression, Qiao Shaorong was much more calm.

"Hello, Mr. Song." Qiao Shaorong stood up and stretched out his hand, "I really didn't expect to see you here."

Song Xiyuan also smiled faintly and stretched out his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Everyone is each other."

Qiao Shaorong lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, giving up a seat in: "Please sit."

Song Xiyuan still smiled, but sat straight to the seat beside Wen Cai.

Wen Cai hugged Nannan and moved in quietly.

Song Xiyuan grabbed her hand: "Didn't you ask you to have a good rest at home? What should I do when I run out?"

Wen Cai looked at him without answering, but just tried hard to break away from his hand, but Song Xiyuan held her tightly and couldn't get it away at all.

Qiao Shaorong saw it and smiled lightly, "Sorry, I don't know Wen Cai felt uncomfortable, I asked her to come out."

"Is that true?" Song Xiyuan smiled faintly, "That's nothing wrong. Has Mr. Qiao been dealt with in City A when he returned to Canada this time?"

"No, I'm back this time just to deal with the business of the company here. I may have to go to City A soon."

As soon as Qiao Shaorong finished speaking, the phone rang. He immediately looked up and said sorry to Wen Cai and Song Xiyuan. Then he answered the phone. After a brief conversation, he hung up the phone. He looked at Wen Cai, his eyes still gentle: "Sorry, something is something, maybe I'm leaving first."

Wen Cai nodded quickly: "If you have something to do, go first."

Qiao Shaorong smiled and said, "I hope you will consider the matter you just said seriously."

Wen Cai smiled awkwardly, and Song Xiyuan's eyes next to him darkened a little silently.

Qiao Shaorong then stood up and said, "Mr. Song, goodbye."

"Mr. Qiao, please go." Song Xiyuan nodded in response with a faint smile.

Qiao Shaorong walked out of the cafe and got into a car parked on the side of the road, and soon disappeared.

There are very few people in the cafe during this period. Nannan wants to drink the milk in the cup in front of Wencai. Wencai has a cold and dare not let her drink what she has drunk, nor do she want to stay here. She said, "Be good at Nannan, Mom takes you home and milk."

She stood up with Nannan in her arms, and Song Xiyuan was still sitting outside without moving. Wen Cai finally spoke softly: "Give me your help."

Song Xiyuan suddenly raised his eyes and smiled at her: "After reminiscing with your Mr. Qiao, you should be able to talk to me, right?"

Wen Cai took a deep breath, paused, and finally said, "Enough, let's stop getting entangled. What's the point? You don't love me, I don't love you either. The two of them are constantly entangled because of some inexplicable things... It's so tiring."

"Wen Cai!" Song Xiyuan suddenly stood up, his tone was already filled with a thin anger.

Wen Cai didn't know that it was his own words that angered him, so he didn't have the heart to delve into it: "Please let me go, I want to take my daughter home."

Song Xiyuan did not move. After a long time, he picked up his sleeve and exposed the still conspicuous gunshot wound on his arm: "Why do you think I shot myself?"

Wen Cai only glanced at it and looked away: "Who knows? Maybe, it's just another play?"

Song Xiyuan's face suddenly darkened, and he stretched out his hand and pinched Wen Cai's wrist.

Wen Cai was in pain and couldn't help frowning and took a deep breath. Nannan was also scared and shouted blankly: "stephen..."

Song Xiyuan finally let go of his hand and then said, "Send Nannan back and let's have a good talk."

Wen Cai paused for a long time, and thought it was good to talk, so he nodded.

However, she was still worried about putting Nannan alone at home, so she came to a nearby park and placed Nannan among a few children to play with them, while sitting down on the bench next to her.

Song Xiyuan stood beside him, quietly watching Nannan playing.

Wen Cai looked up at his back, and silent for a long time, but finally spoke first: "Actually, everything between us should have ended three years ago. If there is anything else, it might be a 'hate'. But that day Fu Sinian told me that my father was not yours, and I suddenly felt relieved. Originally, the beginning between us was a mistake, of course, for me, it was...playing. It is really understandable that you blame Fu Sin, and not only helped the person you love, but also ended our relationship by the way. In fact, it is quite good."

"What kind of relationship should two people have is nothing more than love, hate, and love. But now, my father is not yours, and I should not even have a 'hate' towards you, so why do you have any entanglements? Why not just put aside those relationships and let each other have no entanglements anymore? But you just want to chase and fight hard. I know, you are because of Nannan-"

"Nannan..." Halfway through her words, Song Xiyuan suddenly took over the conversation and chuckled, "Do you think I'm because of Nannan?"

Wen Cai paused, not knowing what he wanted to say.

Song Xiyuan suddenly sighed lowly and sat on the chair: "Do you know that after Nannan was kidnapped last time, I took her back. I asked the hospital to do a detailed physical examination for her? The results of the examination showed that Nannan had no problems with her body, but her blood was ab-type."

Wen Cai suddenly changed his face when he heard this and turned to look at him.

Song Xiyuan suddenly reached out his hand, gently grabbed the back of her head, and smiled faintly: "But I have type O blood, how could I give birth to a daughter with type A blood type?"

Wen Cai's face turned pale in an instant, and he grabbed his hand: "Song Xiyuan!"

"Do you still think I came here for Nannan?" His smile was still curled up at the corner of his mouth, looking at her quietly.

Wen took a long time to calm his breathing and finally whispered: "I have told you and your family that you just don't believe it."

"Ha, indeed, I'm too arrogant." Song Xiyuan, "I thought it was almost the same time and I brought it back again. You never denied it again. Then, it must be my daughter."

"I don't deny it because I don't want to hurt Nannan on this issue." Wen Cai suddenly gritted his teeth, "Just as I have never mentioned any questions about Nannan's life experience to the outside world! Song Xiyuan, you can't use this to threaten me!"

"Threatening you?" Song Xiyuan reached out and held her face, "I have already said this, do you still think I am threatening you?"

Wen Cai looked at him quietly, with a trace of blood on his face.

Song Xiyuan slowly lowered his head, his voice low, as if it was coming from the deepest part of his soul, such a heavy voice—

"Xiao Cai, I love you."

Wen Cai was in chaos, and suddenly, it seemed to be trapped in an endless sea, floating with the waves, but it could not catch the edge.

He... actually told himself that I love you, it's very similar to... that nightmare!

Wen Cai suddenly shivered, woke up, raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him with a cold look.

Song Xiyuan seemed to be stinged by her gaze, and suddenly stretched out his hand to cover her gaze, and then slowly printed her lips.
To be continued...