Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 675 I Am Grateful
Bianca held the children's hands, walked in front of Mr. and Mrs. Norman, and patted the children's heads. "Lanie, Rainie, greet
your grandparents."
The two cute twins stood up straight and called out at the same time. “ Nice to meet you, Grandpa and Grandma. I'm Lanie." "I'm
Rainie." "Oh, you're good kids!" Queenie started to tear up again. Not only did she get to reunite with her birth daughter, but she
also gained two cute and intelligent grandchildren.
The usually stern Jack could not contain his emotions.
He crouched to the children's eye level, just like any ordinary grandfather.
He patted their heads and asked them, "How old are you two? Which grade are you in?"
He had already known the answers from his wife, but he would like to hear it from the children's mouths. He adored children,
especially their crisp voices and pure eyes.
"Grandpa, I'm Rainie Crawford. I'm in the first grade, and I love to sing, dance, and draw, but most of all, I love taking naps..."
The extroverted Rainie introduced herself first and curtsied at Jack, which made Jack and Queenie laugh.
Lanie rolled his eyes at his sister, disapproving of her acting cute.
Jack had never been so close to such a cute little girl before. On an impulse, he stretched out his arms, "Come here and give
your Grandpa a hug, Rainie."
Rainie fell into Jack's arms.
Grandpa Jack smelled faintly of rosin, just like Daddy. Rainie liked that smell.
Still hugging onto Jack's neck, Rainie sat on his lap, looked at his chin, and reached out to touch his stubble beard. "Your beard
is pricklier than Daddy's!"
Jack pinched the little girl's cheek indulgently.
The soft cheek was as delicate as a peeled hard-boiled egg. Jack dared not use too much strength. "As long as you like it,
Rainie."

The little girl's tender body smelled faintly of milk. Jack was feeling a little helpless. He did not want to move too abruptly in case
he hurt her.
Bianca could not help but laugh at Jack's awkward motions.
Queenie also crouched and looked at the gentlemanly Lanie. "Lanie, can your Grandma hug you?"
The boy was not only handsome but also incredibly intelligent. He was only six years old, but he was already in the third grade.
At a young age, he had won countless province-level and even national-level awards. Queenie adored that precocious child.
"Mm," Lanie replied before being hugged by Queenie. He quite liked his grandmother, who looked similar to his mother.
Queenie felt her grandson in her arms and was sure that she was not dreaming.
She had finally found her daughter and grandchildren.
Tears slid down from her eyes and landed on Lanie's forehead.
Lanie felt something warm drip on his forehead. He discreetly wiped it with his hand and turned to look at his crying grandmother.
Instantly, he knew why his mother and sister loved to cry. They must have inherited it from Grandma! 1
Later that night, the Normans hosted a fabulous reunion banquet for Bianca.
It was held at an opulent hotel, and the event was even grander than Julie's banquet. Mr. and Mrs. Norman had reserved the
entire hotel for the event, which was proof of their love for their birth daughter.
Everyone influential in A City was invited.
The previous mishap, as well as Leia's blackmail scandal, were still fresh in their minds. It had been sensational news.
Now that the Normans claimed to have found their birth daughter, many people were curious if that was true.
Jack stood on the stage, dressed in a suit. His stern face could not hide his excitement. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am once again
honored by your presence at my daughter's reunion banquet, and I am grateful that all of you are willing to take time out from
your precious schedules to attend this event. I apologize for the previous mess-up, but today, we have really found our birth
daughter. My wife and I have performed a DNA test with her, and she is truly our daughter whom we have lost for more than
twenty years. This is Bianca Rayne, our daughter."

Jack waved to someone behind the curtains, and Bianca walked to the stage.
Her hair was tied up in a bun, while several strands of her hair adorned her delicate and petite face. She wore pearl earrings, a
silken sleeveless top, and a light green embroidered dress. She seemed elegant and magnanimous.
Her appearance on stage took everyone's breath away.
No one doubted that Bianca was an impostor. They could see that she looked similar to Queenie.
The mother and daughter stood together. Queenie's face was slightly plump with age, but other than that, their appearance and
mannerisms were almost the same.
"Nice to meet you, I am Bianca. I'm happy that I'm finally reunited with my birth parents. I have to thank them for never giving up
over the past twentyodd years. Without their determination, we would have never reunited.
They had given me life more than twenty years ago. We might have been separated because of certain circumstances, but I
believe that we are truly blessed to find each other after so long. I am grateful for my birth parents, as well as my grandfather and
aunt who have raised me since I was a child
Bianca's voice echoed in the banquet hall.
She turned toward Old Master Rayne and Aunt Wanda and bowed deeply.
The filial gesture impressed the guests.
They expected that she would be eager to rid herself of her lowly past. Not only did that young woman acknowledge her past,
but she had also invited her grandfather and aunt to the event. They could tell that she had a kind heart.
Old Master Rayne looked at his granddaughter with tears in her eyes.
When his daughter told him about the news, it was as shocking as lightning.
He could not believe that his granddaughter was actually the daughter of the Provincial Committee Secretary. More than that, he
hated that woman named Lily who had deceived his family for so many years!
Wanda managed to talk some sense into him. What difference would it make if his granddaughter was not his biological
granddaughter anyway?

He was content that Bianca remained kind and empathic toward him...

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