I almost touched the moon

Due to the time difference, it was already ten o'clock in the evening when they arrived at Cheng Che's grandmother's house. Wen Song had not yet adapted to the three-hour time difference in Canada and felt a little tired. But when he saw his grandparents still waiting for them for dinner late at night, he still cheered up and greeted them.

Cheng Che's grandparents' hair is almost completely white, and they look a little old, but they are still in good spirits. Especially Cheng Che's grandfather, who is very elegant and you can tell at first glance that he is an old professor with great knowledge.

His grandmother was also elegant and gentle, but a little thin. When she saw Wen Song, she kept pulling her hand and praising her, and said to Cheng Che: "Ah Che, you have a good eye. Such a beautiful girl, I thought she was a fairy from heaven."

Wen Song also politely greeted them and introduced himself. Cheng Che also took the opportunity to "show off" Wen Song's academic achievements, which drew praise from his grandparents.

After chatting for a while, Cheng Che's grandmother quickly invited everyone to eat together. In addition to Wen Song and Cheng Che, there were Xie Yiqian and Xixi, as well as Xie Yiqian's husband Garrett, a Canadian who spoke Chinese surprisingly well, and his fluency made Wen Song feel ashamed.

Upon asking, I found out that he was a lawyer specializing in China-related legal services. He had studied abroad at Fudan University, so his Chinese was very good.

Dinner was a table of seafood cooked by Cheng Che's grandmother herself, with thick oil and red sauce, all of which were Wen Song's favorite. Cheng Che whispered in her ear: "Grandma made this especially for you."

Wen Song thanked him quickly, picked up a piece of braised pork ribs, and praised it highly after tasting the perfect sweetness, which made Cheng Che's grandmother very happy.

Cheng Che's grandfather suddenly asked, "Song Song is so outstanding, your parents must be outstanding too, what do they do?"

When Cheng Che heard this question, he frowned subconsciously and observed Wen Song's expression. Seeing that she did not show any discomfort, he felt relieved.

"My mother is a lawyer and I don't have a father." Wen Song answered with a smile, his tone natural and relaxed.

After hearing what she said, her grandparents showed a trace of embarrassment and distress. Her grandmother scooped a bowl of soup for her, picked up a lot of dishes for her and said, "Songsong, you are too thin. You should eat more. Ask Ah Che to pick up what you like. It must have been very difficult for your mother to raise you alone."

"Hmm..." Wen Song nodded and thanked his grandmother for her concern. "It's okay, actually. My mother doesn't care about me much. When I was little, it was my grandparents who took care of me."

Garrett became interested after hearing what Wen Song said, and asked Wen Song: "Iseylia, if it's not offensive, can I ask where your mother works? Maybe I know her."

"LK Law Firm," Wen Song replied. "She works at the Zurich headquarters."

"Omg..." Garrett thought of Wen Song's last name, Wen, and immediately asked, "Could your mother be Dr. Lucille, the founder of LK?"

"Yes." Cheng Che continued, "Does my brother-in-law know my mother-in-law?"

"Of course." Garret said with some admiration, "Dr. Lucille is one of the best commercial lawyers in the world, especially good at international investment and trade. I think there should be no one in the legal community who doesn't know her. Even when I was studying abroad at Fudan University, I heard a lot about her. At last year's WTO meeting, I was fortunate to meet her and had some learning exchanges with her, which benefited me a lot."

"No wonder Songsong is so outstanding." Cheng Che's grandfather gave a thumbs up, "It turns out that your mother is the best role model. Not only is your mother successful in her career, but she also taught you to be so outstanding. It's really admirable."

Cheng Che's grandmother also praised them a few times, but Wen Song saw a trace of loneliness under their smiling faces. They must have thought of Cheng Che's mother. If Xie Huiyin had chosen a career, her achievements would not be inferior to Wen Yiheng.

Thinking of this, Wen Song's smile faded and she lowered her head in sadness. Cheng Che noticed the slightly sad expression on her face, held her hand, and said softly, "It's okay, don't worry."

After dinner, Xixi felt a little sleepy when it was time to go to bed, so she leaned on Wen Song’s knees and asked her aunt to tell her a story.

Xie Yiqian quickly said, "Xixi, we should go home now. Don't disturb my aunt."

"But I don't want to leave. I like my aunt so much." Xixi played with her long hair while acting coquettishly. "My aunt's hair is so long and beautiful, and the color is also beautiful, like amber!"

"Thank you Sweetie." Wen Song smiled, gently held Xixi in his arms, played with her bun and said, "Your hair is also very beautiful, such a cute little bun."

"Mummy braided my hair for me!" Xixi said proudly, "Mummy can braid my hair into beautiful braids."

"Wow, your mother is so amazing." Wen Song's tone revealed envy. To have her hair combed by her mother? In her impression, Wen Yiheng seemed to have never had this experience before...

Xixi continued to lie on her knees and said, "Aunt, can you tell me the story of Artemis?"

Cheng Che remembered that Wen Song didn't like children, so he picked Xixi up from her lap and coaxed her, "Xixi, be obedient. Uncle will tell you a story, okay? Don't bother your aunt."

"But I like my aunt." Xixi climbed back onto Wen Song's lap, hugged her and asked sweetly, "Is it okay?"

"Of course my sweetie." Wen Song agreed immediately, letting Xixi lie on her and Cheng Che's knees, patting her back gently and telling her stories.

“Artemis grew up on the beautiful island of Delos, where the silver light of the moon would dance upon the waters. As a child, she was gifted with beauty and strength, but it was her fierce independence that set her apart. She loved to roam the forests and mountains, her heart beating in harmony with the wild places of the earth….”

(Artemis grew up on the beautiful island of Delos, where the silver light of the moon danced on the water. As a child, she was gifted with beauty and strength, but also with a fierce independence. She loved to wander through the mountains and woods, and her heart beat in harmony with the wilds of the earth...)

Her tone was slow and soft, and her slightly cold voice made her sound even more gentle. It was a warmth that Cheng Che had never seen before. Under the warm light, she whispered fairy tales, as noble as the moon goddess, but no longer unapproachable.

Before they knew it, not only Xixi fell asleep, but even Cheng Che was fascinated, hugging her shoulders and leaning against her.

He suddenly had an unrealistic idea. If they could really get married and have children, Wen Song might also tell their children the story of Artemis, tell her to be independent and hope she would be free.

After a long time, Xixi had fallen asleep. Xie Yiqian gently picked her up from Wen Song's arms and whispered, "Thank you, Iseylia. You are so kind. We will go back first. You should also go to bed early. Good night."

After Xie Yiqian left, Cheng Che kissed Wen Song's forehead and asked softly, "Are you tired? Let's take a shower and go to bed."

"Okay." Wen Song responded with a smile. He was indeed a little tired after that day.

After taking a shower and lying on the bed, Cheng Che blew her hair as usual. After applying hair care oil on her hair, he turned the wind speed to the lowest and gently combed her hair while blowing.

"Baby, Xixi was so clingy to you today, I thought you would be unhappy." Cheng Che said as he combed her hair, "I remember you didn't like children."

"I just don't like noisy children and little boys." Wen Song smiled, "Xixi is really cute, she is so sweet, little sweetheart."

"That's great." Cheng Che also smiled, "If you like her, ask her to come to Europe to visit you in the future. She likes you very much, too."

Wen Song nodded and said, "Okay, I like little girls the most. Little girls are the cutest in the world. I told Qiu Xuanyan before that if she gave birth to two daughters, I would let her give one to me. If she only had one daughter, I would raise her together with her."

"What?" Cheng Che didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this. "Give you a daughter? But baby, don't you hate children?"

“But I love my daughter very much.”

Wen Song's tone was filled with expectation and yearning. "I thought, if I have a daughter, I can dress her in pretty dresses, take her horseback riding, stargazing, and travel around the world. I will go shopping with her, go to Disneyland and USJ with her. I will do many, many things that my mother has never done with me."

As she spoke, she hugged Cheng Che tightly, sighed softly and said, "Ah Che, I really envy Xixi. From childhood to adulthood, my mother never combed my hair or told me stories. She also never asked me to do homework. She would tell me that I was independent and free, but sometimes, I would also want to act like a spoiled child with my mother."

Cheng Che also hugged her tightly, put his lips on her forehead, and said half-jokingly: "Then let President Qiu give us a daughter. She has promised you anyway. Besides, I don't want you to go through pregnancy and childbirth. It's too hard and will hurt your body. If President Qiu is willing to give us a daughter, that would be great. We can take her skiing together and teach her to paint. I will cook a lot of delicious food for you and I will take good care of you."

"We were just joking, why did you take it so seriously?" Wen Song shook his head and said, "I can't be a good mother. I will do worse than Attorney Wen."

Cheng Che understood that maybe she didn’t really want a daughter, but just hoped to have a little girl. When she accompanied her through her childhood, she could also heal her childhood self.

Cheng Che rubbed her head and said lovingly, "It's okay. I'll be with you in the future. I can buy you all kinds of princess dresses, tell you stories, comb your hair, and teach you how to braid your hair beautifully. You can also act like a spoiled child to me."

"No." Wen Song immediately shook his head, revealing a look of regret and relief, "I've long passed the time when I needed these."

Bedtime stories and princess dresses were Wen Song’s fantasies before she was twelve years old. But at the age of twenty-three, Iseylia no longer needed them.