Chapter 311: Chapter 311: A Heartwarming Outing

Sang Qiao had just walked into the bathroom when she saw a pile of condom boxes on the counter, and for a moment, she was baffled. “Coming out to have fun and you bring so many of these?”

Si Chenli had naturally heard the footsteps behind him. There were so many boxes on the sink that he couldn’t put them back into the suitcase in time, so he hurriedly tried to explain,

“Qiaoqiao, listen to me… I brought the wrong ones, the suitcases look identical, so…”

The man was rambling and simultaneously vowed never to buy identical suitcases again.

“Even if you brought the wrong ones, do you always keep so many at home at once?” Sang Qiao couldn’t help but laugh and cry, thinking that the drawer she had pulled open on the bedside table was already absurd enough, never imagining it was just “the tip of the iceberg.”

She chuckled and went on to say, “And we’re already married, legally husband and wife. With so many condoms, when do you plan on using them all? Don’t you want kids?”

Upon hearing this, Si Chenli’s expression stiffened for a moment, then was replaced with delight.

“You… you don’t mind having kids with me?”

“You’re my man,” Sang Qiao replied, lifting her gaze and meeting his shining eyes.

This statement undoubtedly brought great joy to Si Chenli as he blurted out, “I won’t bring them anymore.”

“What about all the ones left over? It would be a waste to throw them away,” Sang Qiao teased him on purpose.

“It won’t be a waste, I’ll sell them at a low price to others who need them when I get back,” Si Chenli felt once again that Si Jing was both helpful and problematic, having been asked to purchase a few condoms, and he ended up buying a few large suitcases full.

“Pff.” Sang Qiao couldn’t help laughing and crying, already picturing it in her mind.

The distinguished heir of the Si Family selling condoms at a low price.

Just as the atmosphere between the two was becoming strange, Meng Jiahe’s voice came from outside, “Qiaoqiao, aren’t you done sorting things out yet?”

“No way, looking at how small your suitcases are, how come you’re slower than us?” Shangguan Yuan also leaned against the door, puzzled.

“We’re almost done,” Sang Qiao turned her head and answered, taking the lead to step outside.

Si Chenli glanced at the condoms he had originally planned to hide under the cabinet in the bathroom and didn’t bother to hide them anymore; he might as well take them out and give them to the hotel later.

He also strode out, and the group continued with the original plan to go outside and look at the sea, which was just right for sunset viewing at this time.

They were staying at a five-star hotel, and since they had paid additional fees, the hotel had arranged for vehicles to take them to the most beautiful spot to see the sea.

The beach was crowded with people. Mr. Sang Senior was out playing for the first time; he took off his shoes to stand on the sand and walked towards the sea, feeling the waves gently lapping at his ankles.

He closed his eyes to appreciate the tranquility and beauty of the moment.

Meng Jiahe also stood in the shallow water for a while before running onto the beach to write in the sand, with Shangguan Yuan watching her by her side.

Sang Qiao was relatively quiet, just standing on the couch, her gaze fixed on the sunset ahead.

Si Chenli stood beside the young lady, his eyes endlessly tender, vaguely remembering the last time he was by the sea, it was crowded, and he was alone missing the young lady.

But now it was different; by his side was the person he yearned for every day and night, his wife.

“If you’re bored, you could go ashore and sit for a bit,” Sang Qiao noted the intense gaze of the man beside her, mistaking it for restlessness.

“Not at all, there are little shovels and buckets over there, do you want to play with the sand?”

Si Chenli chuckled softly, previously noticing the vendor setting up near them on the beach, who had little shovels and buckets, as well as life rings.

However, most of the people buying at that stall were adults accompanied by children.

“That’s for little kids to play with, I’m not interested. If you want to play, you can go buy some,” Sang Qiao shook her head, feeling no joy in playing with sand.

She had never played with it since she was a child.

No sooner had she finished speaking, she saw Shangguan Yuan and Meng Jiahe up ahead, each carrying a bucket and several shovels, loudly calling out to them.

“Grandpa, Qiaoqiao, Boss Si, come on over! Let’s build a sandcastle or something.”

“No, thanks. You guys build. I’ll come over and have a look once it’s finished,” Old Mr. Sang said with a smile, watching the scene and couldn’t help but sigh with sentiment, youth is truly great.

“Come on, it’s fine, Grandpa, hurry over,” Meng Jiahe ran over and persuaded him.

Old Mr. Sang’s momentarily sullen mood was cast aside as he was moved by Meng Jiahe’s persuasion, “Alright, but I can’t build any castles. At most, I’ll help you dig the sand.”

“That’s fine too, Qiaoqiao, Boss Si, you guys should come as well.”

Meng Jiahe then turned to look at the other two.

“Okay,” Sang Qiao complied casually, planning to just help them shovel some sand.

“Big kids can play with sand too,” Si Chenli chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on Sang Qiao’s face.

“…Uh-huh,” Sang Qiao was at a loss for words, not expecting to be contradicted so soon, nor did she expect that the usually serious Ah He had such a playful side.

In the end, the five adults ended up gathering around to dig in the sand, but naturally wouldn’t be building any castles.

But digging a few holes to bury their feet was doable.

“Grandpa, you’ve dug too shallow, the top of the foot isn’t even covered,” Sang Qiao observed that their feet were all buried in the sand, except for the elder’s which were still showing.

“I’ll dig again, you guys keep your feet buried,” Old Mr. Sang couldn’t help but laugh, bending down to continue digging holes.

“Okay, Grandpa Sang, then we’ll wait for you to finish digging before we take a photo together,” Meng Jiahe tested pulling out her foot and realized she had buried it quite deep.

Being covered by sand gave a sensation that her feet couldn’t breathe.

When Old Mr. Sang had also finished digging his hole and buried his feet, Meng Jiahe finally took her phone and snapped photos of all five of their feet.

She also asked Shangguan Yuan to take some solo shots for her, as well as photos with Qiaoqiao and Grandpa Sang.

The five of them took many photos, with Meng Jiahe’s smile beaming, Shangguan Yuan grinning ear to ear, and Sang Qiao and Si Chenli smiling modestly.

Old Mr. Sang also looked very happy.

Meng Jiahe couldn’t wait to post these photos on her social media circle of friends, and perhaps because she didn’t post often, she forgot to block the Meng Family from viewing the post.

Just after posting, comments quickly appeared.

Elder Mrs. Meng: [Why didn’t you take your sister along when you went out with Sang Qiao and Si Chen? You should introduce her to more people too.]

Elder Mrs. Meng: [Do you even consider Wange your sister? Are you afraid she’ll get along with Sang Qiao? What selfishness, you ungrateful girl. And who’s that man? Does he have someone?]

In the past, Meng Jiahe might have responded just to keep up family appearances, not wanting to offend Elder Mrs. Meng or let relations become too strained.

But now, for some reason, she didn’t feel like holding back anymore.

Ah He box box box: [Whether or not I take Wange to meet my friends is my business. That man is my boyfriend, and if you have any other ideas, you might as well give up now.]