novelraw Chapter 469: Tang Yanqi Is Dead, I Am Su Anle (9)
Chapter 469: Tang Yanqi Is Dead, I Am Su Anle (9)
Walking and walking, they arrived at the entrance of the Business School. Su Anle glanced up at the main gate of the Business School. She had spent more than three years here. Although she didn’t like her major, it was still a place she worked hard for, and her heart was somewhat touched.
After walking a bit further, they reached the old dormitory building. It seemed the small supermarket downstairs had been renovated and looked much more formal than before.
Revisiting old places, people often find their thoughts scattered. Li Weiwei found it all very novel. There’s a difference between universities abroad and those in the country, and everything seemed exciting to her.
When they left K University, it was already past four in the afternoon. Li Weiwei held onto Su Anle’s arm, "Sister Su, let’s not go back to the hotel to eat. That buffet tastes terrible. Since we’re already out, let’s have hot pot, shall we?"
Su Anle glanced at her and bluntly exposed her plan, "You deliberately dragged it out until now, waiting for me here, right?"
"Hehe, Sister Su, don’t expose me. There’s no hot pot when we go back to Paris. Please?"
Unable to resist her, Su Anle could only nod.
"Alright, let me check on my phone where to go."
"No need to check, I’ll take you there."
A familiar location, a familiar hot pot restaurant.
In a city developing as rapidly as it is now, for a place to stay in the same spot for many years means it must have something exceptional.
Su Anle came with a try-it-out mindset. She didn’t expect that the store would still actually be here.
They found a corner to sit in and ordered a yuanyang hot pot. Su Anle didn’t look at the menu, letting Li Weiwei order at will, while she looked down at her phone.
Shen Jiyan sent a picture of Su Weiyi drawing. She was still too small to really draw, but it seemed the little girl had liked those colorful things since she was young. Su Anle just let her be.
Staring at her phone in a daze, she didn’t even notice when someone came close next to her.
"Sister Su, is this your daughter?"
Li Weiwei asked upon seeing the little girl on the phone. It wasn’t a secret in the translation institute that Su Anle had a daughter. When she first joined, she was elegant and beautiful with an aloof demeanor, attracting many admirers.
But suddenly, she was no longer pursued, and gradually rumors spread that Su Anle had a daughter.
However, Li Weiwei had never seen her. Now, seeing the photo, she couldn’t help but ask.
Su Anle nodded gently, "Yes."
"I never thought you’d become a mother at such a young age, Sister Su. How old is she?"
"Two years old."
"She’s really cute."
In reality, Su Weiyi was already three years old, but her birth certificate indicated she was two.
This was an episode that happened when she was in France, recuperating in Paris.
At the time, she was resting in the hospital. One day, she overheard gossip from a group of nurses about a little girl who was just born. Her mother died from massive bleeding during childbirth, and oddly enough, this woman had no relatives when she was admitted. The hospital couldn’t find anyone based on the contact information she provided.
For a while, the hospital didn’t know what to do with the baby.
By chance, she walked into the nursery and saw the little infant that the nurses had gossiped about.
A round face and a pair of eyes, black and bright. It was hard to say if she was Chinese, but she was definitely Asian.
For some inexplicable reason, her heart was touched, because the little girl smiled at her through the glass, blowing bubbles with her mouth.