Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1146 - 1122. Time is not a problem

The old father felt his head spin: "The two of you... when did the two of you get together?"

Song Tan released Lun Chuan’s hand. Lun Chuan looked up, feeling somewhat lost, only to see her turning and hooking her arm around Song Sancheng’s: "Just now. Before dinner."

Song Sancheng was even more shocked upon hearing this: "He’s only been here a few days! Just two days!"

After speaking, he remembered that apart from being Song Tan’s boyfriend, Lun Chuan was also an important guest of Lao Song’s family. So, he could only helplessly tug at his lips and give Lun Chuan a stiff smile.

Meanwhile, Lun Chuan was already staring at the ground, his face suddenly turning pale.

His heart was pounding fiercely and helplessly, as if a heavy weight dangled from it, even his breathing was somewhat labored.

Because he suddenly realized that his feelings for Song Tan had developed too quickly.

He distinctly remembered the first time they met, in a snowy Imperial City, Song Tan’s eyes were clear, without the slightest sign of affection.

As for himself...

Lun Chuan tugged at the corner of his mouth. Song Tan wasn’t wrong; until confirming his status, he couldn’t express his emotions. If one had to ask...

Then it should have been this morning.

Truly, it was too quick.

Song Tan’s acceptance was so swift and direct, like a sudden storm, that he hadn’t even had time to think it over.

The next moment, he took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on her. Unknowingly, his gaze was full of expectation.

Under the same light yellow baseball cap, her fair skin was fully exposed, as were her smiling eyes, so clear:

"Time is hardly the issue."

For a cultivator, even though spiritual energy is scarce now, as long as she establishes her Foundation, she can have a lifespan of three hundred years. Not to mention she had once achieved a higher cultivation level, as long as the surrounding spiritual energy is abundant, everything will fall into place naturally, without any bottlenecks.

"If he can live to be a hundred, he already has only seventy years left now. When I saw him, I thought it’d be nice to accompany him for seventy years."

Several decades together would be more than enough to wear away his scars with spiritual energy.

It’s also possible that after twenty to thirty years of mutual companionship, his body will be perfectly nurtured and he could be guided directly into the path of cultivation.

But that is for the future.

Yet Lun Chuan was unaware.

He was only shocked by Song Tan’s decisiveness; once she recognized her feelings, she chose him without hesitation and with determination.

Song Tan smiled again as she looked at Lun Chuan and continued:

"At that time, it was because of looks and temperament, so I didn’t think much of it. What if someone better comes along, right?"

"Once he came to our house, I found out he’s actually better—Dad, he’s so outstanding, isn’t choosing him the right thing to do?"

She smiled, echoing Lun Jing’s praises: "Considerate, detailed, patient, sincere, respectful... rich, and can cook. These are really, really rare qualities!"

In today’s world, even if a man has one or two of these traits, he should be praised.

And someone like Lun Chuan, if he didn’t care, that would be one thing. But to silently accept Lun Jing’s promotions and not mind Qin Yun’s jokes, even from this morning, his gaze unconsciously followed me...

Even if Song Tan weren’t trying to find a partner, she knew that missing out could be a regret.

So in the face of Song Sancheng’s inquiry, she was even more candid and sincere. For everything she said came from the heart.

Life is short, only a hundred or so years, and hesitating also takes a day, so why not be straightforward?

After all, fundamentally she and Lun Chuan are the same; they cannot accept vacillating and entanglements.

To Song Sancheng, her words were practically a heartfelt declaration of love to Lun Chuan in front of everyone!

Even taking out a ring on the spot would not seem out of place!

At that moment, he glanced at the previously favored Xiaolun, feeling very complicated.

Instead, Lun Chuan’s lips tilted slightly upwards, as the snow melted and ice thawed, his eyes were full of emotions about to overflow.

He already looked good enough, but now his whole being radiated with unguarded softness and sincerity, creating an utterly breathtaking beauty.

It turned out, being chosen without hesitation, praised sincerely and warmly, even with promises of growing old together...

Is such a blissful matter!

He tried hard to suppress his joy from showing too much, stepping forward and handing the car key to Song Sancheng:

"Uncle, if you’re not satisfied with the other cars, I can give you my car directly."

Song Sancheng took a step back: "Nonsense, do you know how expensive it is to maintain? I can’t afford it!"

He, a big man, how much money could he possibly have!

Moreover...

"Don’t think you can give me a car and I’ll marry my daughter to you. I’m telling you, no way! Tantan is still so young!"

Song Tan: ...

She thought parents are truly contradictory, afraid of their children not marrying yet also afraid of them marrying too easily.

However...

"Why is there a need to marry anyway."

Song Tan replied naturally: "Dating is dating, getting married means bearing the burden of family, being urged to have children, and asked about education, school districts... so many mundane things, even pearls get worn into fish eyes."

Looking at Lun Chuan, he was also stunned, a moment later, he too nodded, his expression particularly satisfied and... obedient.

"Right."

Lun Chuan said sincerely.

After all, Tantan was willing to accompany him for a hundred years and grow old together, so what does marriage matter? Before today, he had never considered these things either.

This left the old father Song Sancheng at a loss for words.

He couldn’t understand, what are young people up to these days?

He stayed silent, only able to mutter vaguely: "Let’s go, let’s go, look at the cars!"

...

Because of this episode, when the car went into the broader streets with fewer pedestrians in the new district, Song Sancheng sat in the driver’s seat.

If he had to express his feelings, he could only say, a good car really is different! Unlike a pickup or a training car, so much so that although he knew he couldn’t afford the maintenance, just holding the steering wheel made him love it dearly.

If it weren’t for glancing up at the rearview mirror, where Lun Chuan sat steadily, head lowered intently looking at his daughter, and his daughter holding and casually kneading each of his fingers and palm, that would be even better.

Lun Chuan subconsciously looked up, making eye contact in the rearview mirror, and silently, his cheeks also warmed up.

What could Song Sancheng say? All this back and forth is clearly about his daughter! So, he only moved his gaze away, out of sight, out of mind.

But Lun Chuan did not withdraw his hand, because Song Tan seemed to really enjoy these physical touches.

His hand tingled and grew warm with lingering heat, and as she kneaded longer, her cool fingers gradually warmed up.

The two connecting, as if even their temperatures were merging.

Those intimate touches between family members missed in childhood due to life’s heavy loads and precociousness seemed fulfilled at this moment in another form of emotional connection.

And he liked it very much too.

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