Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 788 - 298: Yang Xintian’s Phone Call (2)

It’s been a long time since I got together with him.

A wedding banquet, what kind of happy event could he possibly have?

So he dialed the other’s number.

On the phone, his old classmate said excitedly, "President Sun!"

But he was quickly interrupted by Sun Dasheng, "Hey, what are you calling me? In private, there’s no need for that, just call me Da Sheng."

He quickly corrected himself, "Da Sheng, I recently had the joy of welcoming a baby boy, and I’m planning to hold a month-old banquet. I wonder if you’ll have time...?"

His voice was a bit apprehensive because although the two were once good classmates, he now lived a prosperous life thanks to this old classmate, allowing him to hold his head high in front of his somewhat snobby in-laws.

But he felt that the gap between him and this mysterious old classmate had not narrowed, but rather widened, so he hadn’t dared to reach out to him proactively.

This time, it was his niece Yang Xintian who volunteered to make this call happen.

Otherwise, he actually just wanted to quietly send him a text, as a way of sharing the joy.

After all, he didn’t know if the other person had time or was willing to come to his humble abode for a gathering.

It wasn’t that he was too proud, it just simply wasn’t appropriate.

After all, the difference in status was too great.

The glamorous and splendid five-star hotel.

At the entrance, a group of well-dressed people seemed to be waiting for someone.

Before long, an extremely luxurious Rolls-Royce arrived at the entrance.

Qian Zhi, standing at the front of the crowd, brightened up and said to his wife Yang Meina, "He’s here, let’s go greet him."

Who knew their niece Yang Xintian would stop them, "Oh, you don’t need to do that, he doesn’t like this kind of treatment. If you make such a fuss, he’ll probably leave not long after he comes in. Do you believe me?"

Yang Xintian seemed to understand him very well.

She spoke with great conviction.

Yang Meina glared fiercely at her brother’s daughter, "What do you know, you little brat?"

Yang Xintian, unconvinced, retorted, "What little brat? Aunt, you’re underestimating me. I’m not little, you don’t know, I..."

"You what?" Yang Meina asked, puzzled.

"Nothing, he’s here." Yang Xintian pointed to the car that had stopped.

She sighed inwardly with relief, almost letting slip her relationship with him.

Otherwise, he’d probably discipline her again.

It hurts a lot.

Just the thought of it is scary.

The car stopped, and the driver got out to open the door.

A handsome man stepped out of the car, glanced around, then smiled and walked over to Qian Zhi, patting his shoulder as he got closer, "Why so formal? There’s no need for so many of you to come out to greet me."

"It’s necessary, you’re Qian Zhi’s great benefactor. Without you, we wouldn’t have the good life we have now, and we wouldn’t have added a little boy to our family." Before Qian Zhi could speak, his wife Yang Meina immediately greeted him with a smile.

It’s no wonder she’s so eager to please, because of this man, her husband was able to come out of unemployment, start a new career, and they’ve had a harmonious and happy family ever since, so she’s always grateful to him.

At home, they often speak highly of him, so much so that Qian Zhi, his old classmate, sometimes wonders if they are still talking about the same person.

"Where’s the baby?" Sun Dasheng’s attention immediately turned to the child.

After all, he was now a working dad himself.

He was particularly interested in the topic of children.

"Mom, bring the baby over." Yang Meina called out to the back.

"Okay, coming." Qian Zhi’s mother-in-law came over holding the baby, fawningly saying to Sun Dasheng, "This little one just has a nickname, Mao Mao, he doesn’t have a formal name yet. I wonder if he’s lucky enough to..." She trailed off, looking at him.

Sun Dasheng immediately understood but didn’t mind, taking a glance at his old classmate.

Only to see Qian Zhi also saying happily, "If you don’t mind, please give Mao Mao a formal name. We’re not knowledgeable people and are afraid of giving a bad name."

Yang Meina, who always prided herself as a cultured person, was particularly quiet this time, not contradicting her husband’s words.

Instead, she gazed at the man with hopeful eyes.

Because according to Shanghai City’s customs, giving a child a formal name is a very official matter and implies accepting the child as a godchild.

If their son could have his protection, it wouldn’t mean they could become arrogant, as that would be too presumptuous, and they were honest and straightforward people. But it could avoid them being bullied, right?

In Dahu City, there are indeed too many powerful people, and although they are middle-class, the more middle-class, the more anxious they are.

"Qian represents culture in our country, so let’s name him Qian Xueqin. I hope he’ll be a diligent student, grow up to be a knowledgeable and cultured person useful to society."

Sun Dasheng said after thinking for a moment.

"So, are you satisfied?"

"If you’re not satisfied, I can change it again."

"Satisfied, couldn’t be more satisfied." The mother-in-law replied in an exaggerated Shanghai accent.

She grew up in an era where several influential figures in the country bore the surname Qian, so this name suited her perfectly.

Nearby, Qian Zhi and Mei Na had no objections, feeling the name was auspicious and excellent.

"Then let’s call him Qian Xueqin." Qian Zhi teased his squirming son, smiling: "You have a name now, it’s Qian Xueqin, remember that."

His wife, Mei Na, scoffed at him: "How old is he, what does he know?"

"Let’s go inside, no need to stand outside."

"Yes, yes, please come in, sorry for the delay."

Sun Dasheng was indifferent to all of this.

He walked ahead by himself, while the others followed closely behind.

Only one little person dared to walk beside him, and that was Yang Xintian, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time.

"Uncle Sun, you haven’t come to see me in ages." Yang Xintian’s words had a tiny trace of complaint.

But just a tiny bit, without Sun Dasheng, she was still having a fantastic time at school.

That’s because Xiang Zixuan was with her.

The two of them often ventured out for adventures, taking advantage of the lighter third-year courses, traveling across the vast lands of the country.

These were their little secrets, all done without their families knowing.

As for where the funds came from, well, it was thanks to the benevolent person beside her.

"I didn’t come to see you, yet you had a great time, didn’t you?" Sun Dasheng whispered.

"Ah, how did you know?" Yang Xintian looked surprised, she’d been careful not to even post on social media about it.

The photos were still in her phone’s album.

"What do you think?" Sun Dasheng gave her a knowing glance.

It made her a bit uneasy.

Her smart mind was quickly working until everyone was seated, and she quietly slipped into a spot beside him while the adults weren’t paying attention, then whispered through gritted teeth:

"There’s a traitor among us, is it Zi Xuan?"

Sun Dasheng smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

Yang Xintian immediately felt sure of her guess: "Oh, Zi Xuan, I trusted her so much, and she dared to betray me, I..."

"What do you want to do?"

Yang Xintian was stumped, right, what could she do?

Nothing.

Alright then.

So boring!

"Don’t tell my family about this." She said while sneakily glancing towards her parents.

Just then, her parents looked over with a frown: "Tian Tian, why are you sitting next to Uncle Sun, come over here, don’t disturb him."

"Okay." Yang Xintian sulkily prepared to get up.

Although she thought of herself as grown-up, she still had no say at home.

"Let her sit here, I quite like this little girl." Sun Dasheng promptly spoke up for her.

Yang Xintian’s parents instantly changed their expressions, smiling: "Then this girl will trouble you."

Then they signaled to her to be attentive later, to pour drinks, serve food to the VIP next to her, and be thorough in her service.

Yang Xintian nodded gloomily to show she understood.

When her parents’ attention shifted elsewhere, she whispered, "When will I ever grow up?"

"Haven’t you grown up already?"

"No, my parents still treat me like a child."

The troubles of youth.

Isn’t it something every kid goes through?

Seeing her, Sun Dasheng thought of his own childhood.