Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

Chapter 497: Some things are missed, but they can be made up after all

"Yes, I heard from grandpa that you send him flowers every day. Doesn't that mean you like him?"

As soon as Bai Yue finished speaking, Shen Xingmian smiled and shook his head.

"I'm afraid you've misunderstood."

The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes curved into crescents.

"I just saw that sloppy hero was filled with an indescribable sadness, so I wanted to send him some flowers to cheer him up."

"sad?"

Bai Yue's mind instantly flashed with the image of Ming Jingxing with an untidy beard, glaring eyes and blowing his beard. That fierce expression had nothing to do with sadness.

"Yes, I come here every day to pick flowers, and I always see him practicing swordplay on the cliff. His sword moves are so fierce, it seems like he's going to plunge the sword into his heart in the next second!"

Shen Xingmian was lost in memories, and her voice was as light as if floating in the wind.

"So, Grandma Shen, you don't like my grandfather, you just sympathize with him?"

Bai Yue clicked her tongue and quickly told the truth.

"But he always thought you liked him, and he's been feeling guilty about you for decades, feeling like he's let you down!"

"oops!"

Shen Xingmian's face flushed instantly and he bowed in panic.

"It's all my fault for being so confused. I caused so much trouble for the sloppy hero! I lost my temper. Please forgive me!"

"Actually, it's my grandfather's fault for thinking too much, not yours."

The other party's guilty look made Bai Yue feel embarrassed.

"No, no, it's my fault!"

Shen Xingmian bowed again and turned to leave.

"I'm leaving now and won't bother you again!"

"do not!"

Seeing Shen Xingmian turning around, Bai Yue immediately became anxious. Her eyes rolled around and she subconsciously raised her voice.

"Grandma Shen, do you want to stay and eat hot pot?"

"Hot Pot?"

Shen Xingmian paused and looked back with a confused look on his face.

"Yeah! Authentic spicy hot pot!"

Seeing the other party's hesitation, Bai Yue patted his chest and made a promise.

"Please wait a moment, I'll make it right away. I guarantee it will smell so good you won't be able to move your legs!"

She found a slightly flat stone table and frantically took out her belongings from the space—copper pot, charcoal fire, sliced ​​meat, juicy vegetables...

But in just a moment, the numbing and spicy aroma seemed to have grown legs and went straight into Shen Xingmian's nose.

"Mr. Bai, is this the hot pot you mentioned?"

Shen Xingmian, attracted by the aroma, stared at the bubbling red soup.

"Just call me Dazhuang!"

Bai Yue quickly stuffed the prepared dipping sauce into her hands, smiling like a little fox offering treasure.

"Actually, Grandpa and I were just about to start eating, but we didn't expect to run into you by chance. This is fate!"

Shen Xingmian picked up a piece of tripe with chopsticks, rolled it in the oil dish, and carefully put it into his mouth.

The next second, her eyes widened and even her gray hair trembled.

“Hiss—so spicy!”

She took a "hissing" breath, but was reluctant to spit out the spicy taste.

"It smells so good, this is the most tempting thing I have ever tasted in my life!"

Shen Xingmian looked dignified and elegant, but her chopsticks moved as fast as the wind. It was obvious that she was completely captivated by the spicy and delicious taste, and there was no intention of leaving at all.

"Luckily, he's a fellow eater who understands food."

Bai Yue breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glanced around, and muttered to herself.

"Grandpa, oh grandpa, please come back quickly. If you dawdle any longer, your dimple girl will really be gone!"

An hour later, Shen Xingmian put down his chopsticks with satisfaction, and looked at Bai Yue with eyes full of admiration.

"Da Zhuang, how did you come up with this hot pot? It's absolutely amazing!"

"It's because my grandfather is picky."

Bai Yue smiled as she cleaned up the dishes without stopping her hands.

"Old people love to try new things. As his grandson, how can I not rack my brains to make him happy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Xingmian suddenly sighed, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes drooped, with an indescribable sense of melancholy.

"Sloppy Hero, having a grandson like you is truly a blessing earned through several lifetimes. Unlike my granddaughter..."

Before she finished her words, she suddenly said "Huh" and looked up at the sky.

Petals were floating in the sky from nowhere, like a sudden rain of flowers, falling on their shoulders.

"What's going on?"

Bai Yue was just full of doubts when a silver-white figure suddenly landed in front of them, and the wind it brought caused flower petals to fly everywhere.

"Grandpa Ming?"

She was amazed at what she saw - the old man in front of her had a face as white as jade, his silver hair was combed meticulously, and although his face was full of wrinkles, the handsomeness between his eyebrows and eyes had not diminished in the slightest.

"Hello, young lady."

Ming Jingxing held a large bunch of mist-woven jade in his hand, with dew still on the petals. His cheeks were so red that blood seemed to be dripping out, and he stammered as he handed the flowers forward.

"I am Ming Jingxing!"

"My name is Shen Xingmian."

Shen Xingmian smiled, and the dimple on her left cheek sank slightly, as if filled with a pool of spring water.

"Miss Shen, Miss Shen!"

Ming Jingxing was already nervous, and when he saw that smile, he lowered his head even more, and his ears turned red as if they were about to burn.

"Actually, I... I am right..."

As soon as the words of confession came out, Shen Xingmian seemed to suddenly realize something and quickly bowed.

"Sloppy hero, I'm sorry. I didn't send you flowers because I liked you. If I made you misunderstand, I'm really sorry."

"!"

Ming Jingxing looked up suddenly, his eyes full of surprise.

"When I saw you practicing swordplay back then, you always looked depressed."

Shen Xingmian scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"I just wanted to send you some flowers to cheer you up, but I didn't expect..."

"Miss Shen!"

Ming Jingxing suddenly interrupted her. Although his voice was still trembling, his eyes were surprisingly bright, like a small flame burning.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like me! I've liked you for many years - can you give me a chance to pursue you?"

His words sounded righteous, but his knuckles were trembling slightly, causing the bundle of mist-woven jade to sway gently.

The two of them just stared at each other quietly, flower petals swirling and falling between them. Suddenly, Shen Xingmian burst out laughing.

"Okay."

Just these two words, as light as a feather falling to the ground, made Ming Jingxing's eyes red in an instant.

When Shen Xingmian took the bundle of mist-woven jade, they both smiled at the same time, and the wrinkles at the corners of their eyes seemed to be filled with light.

"Is this possible?"

In a trance, Bai Yue seemed to see the appearance of these two old people decades ago. The young Ming Jingxing's face was flushed, and he finally took the bouquet handed to him by the dimpled girl.

It turns out that some things that were missed can be made up for after decades of twists and turns.

"The most beautiful thing is the sunset, warm and calm..."

Bai Yue was just about to sigh when an expression that said "Are you sick?" almost hit her face.

"What the hell is warm!"

The system's complaints were accompanied by an electric current sound.

"They've been overcoming difficulties for decades, but you're just busy watching other people fall in love and completely ignore your own male protagonists!"