The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Ahem … It had been a while since he’d swindled her; he was getting rusty.

Sheng Yize adjusted his expression, put on a grieved face, and walked into Grandma Sheng’s ward with An Xiaxia.

Grandma Sheng lay in bed, her face drained of all color. An oxygen mask covered her nose and mouth and the room was filled with all sorts of complicated-looking equipment. An Xiaxia burst into tears right away.

“Xiaxia… come here.” Grandma Sheng called her weakly.

An Xiaxia went up to her in tears. “Grandma, you’ll be fine! Medical technology is so advanced these days and I’m sure you’ll get better as long as you stay positive!”

” Sigh … Nah, I’m too old for that.” Grandma Sheng sighed. “This is it for me… My last wish in the world is that you and my little one will be happy together. Promise me, have a beautiful, lovely baby with him and don’t forget to burn me some joss money every now and then…”

An Xiaxia was really crying.

Grandma Sheng had been so kind to her and of course she could feel her love.

However, such a kind and funny old lady was going to die…

Her head was all muddled and she sobbed uncontrollably. Sheng Yize then darted Grandma Sheng a look and the old lady got his hint. She coughed and said, “Yize…”

“Yes, grandma.” Sheng Yize bent down.

“My only wish is to see you get married, but… I don’t think I’ll live to see that day…”

The doctor chimed in,”I’m not too optimistic about Madam Sheng’s condition. If she can’t make it through tonight, I’m afraid…”

“You’re afraid what?” An Xiaxia asked dumbly.

The doctor heaved a heavy sigh. “Some things are inevitable. I think you should be prepared…”

An Xiaxia swayed in her chair and her face, which was already pale from giving blood, grew paler.

She tugged at Sheng Yize’s shirt, utterly flustered.

What should she do… If Grandma Sheng really passed away with that regret, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life!

At that thought, An Xiaxia took Grandma Sheng’s hand, the look on her face adamant. “Grandma, don’t worry! I’ll go get a marriage certificate with Sheng Yize right now! Hang on there! Wait for me!”

Grandma Sheng’s eyes sparkled and she was so excited that she nearly bolted upright. She then recalled that she was playing a dying old lady and said weakly, “Good… I’ll die a happy old woman, then.”

An Xiaxia bit her lip and tugged at Sheng Yize. “What are you doing just standing there? Let’s go!”

Sheng Yize had yet to digest that information. He asked in disbelief, “Are you marrying me?”

“Move!” An Xiaxia dragged him out.

Sheng Yize still felt like he was in a dream on their way there.

The woman he had loved for so many years was going to… marry him.

–

The civil affairs bureau.

“Shit!” An Xiaxia cried out. “I don’t have my permanent residence booklet with me!”

“Don’t worry. I have it right here,” said Sheng Yize casually, which alarmed An Xiaxia right away. “Why do you have mine on you?”

Sheng Yize nearly told her the truth, but he changed his mind at the last moment.

“Oh, I asked for it from Brother An, for the adoption of little Hope,” said Sheng Yize calmly.

An Xiaxia was convinced and entered the bureau building with him.

The two went to take a photo as required by procedure.

“Why, miss, give me a smile! Look, your husband can’t stop grinning…” the middle-aged photographer said loudly.

An Xiaxia darted a sidelong glance at Sheng Yize. “Hey… Sheng Yize, how can you still grin when grandma is in such grave condition?”