The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

Chapter 190: Yu Jianqing and I are engaged!

Ruan Xinhe laughed so hard she almost fell over, patting Lin Ruolan's hand.

"Look, my dear in-laws! Ayu's like this at home, completely under Yaoyao's thumb!"

Lin Ruolan shook her head with a smile, "Yaoyao is only like this in front of him. I've never seen her so proud of anyone before."

Wen Tianyao's lips curved into a rare smile, though the curve was so small it was almost invisible, but the warmth in his eyes was undeniable.

The family sat together, laughing continuously.

Those past estrangements, those long waits, those nights spent alone.

At this moment, it all turned into warmth filling the room.

Ruan Xinhe consulted a very famous master to calculate the auspicious date, and the engagement was set for the eighth day of next month.

For the next month, rumors circulated throughout northern Beijing that the family's only son was engaged to Su Qingyao, a rising star in the physics world.

Those who used to gossip and boast behind people's backs are now all silent.

It turns out that it wasn't that Wen Shao got tired of her and dumped her; it turned out that he was sick and had to leave.

It turns out that she waited three years and finally got back Wen Yu, whose heart and eyes were completely devoted to her.

On the day of the engagement banquet, all the celebrities in northern Beijing gathered together.

The hotel lobby was decorated in a pink and blue hue, with fresh flowers on the floor and sparkling crystal chandeliers.

A red carpet stretched from the steps all the way to the roadside, with flower baskets from celebrities from all walks of life lining both sides.

Su Qingyao, wearing a champagne-colored floor-length gown, walked slowly down the red carpet, arm in arm with Wen Yu.

Wen Yu, dressed in a black suit, kept his gaze fixed on her, his eyes filled with tenderness and pride.

Zhang Miaoke stood in the crowd, crying her heart out.

"Waaaaah, it's so beautiful... Yao Yao is so gorgeous... Wen Yu is so handsome..."

Wen Zhaoyue smiled and handed her a tissue.

Jiang Shubai chimed in, "Zhang Miaoke, your tears are worthless."

Zhang Miaoke glared at him: "What do you know! I've been shipping this couple for four years, and today it's finally happening!"

Shen Zhixian stood to the side, a slight smile playing on her lips, her gaze fixed on the perfect couple on the stage.

Jiang Shubai caught a glimpse of her expression, and felt a tickle in his heart. He silently leaned closer, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of cautious anticipation:

"Zhizhi, do you like this kind of engagement ceremony?"

Shen Zhixian turned her head and looked at him.

The man who had been following her for almost five years was now staring at her expectantly, like a large dog waiting to be fed.

She was in a good mood and, unusually, said, "It's alright."

Jiang Shubai's eyes lit up instantly.

"but--"

"But what?!" He tensed up completely, his voice trembling with nervousness.

Looking at him like this, Shen Zhixian couldn't help but push up her gold-rimmed glasses to hide the smile on her lips.

"We'll see how you do."

Jiang Shubai was stunned for a second.

The next second, his eyes lit up like light bulbs, and he nodded frantically: "Yes, yes! I will definitely try my best! First, I'll win over Zhizhi and make her happy every day, then I'll try my best to please my future in-laws—"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Shen Zhixian's ears turned slightly red from his string of words. "It's not even close to happening yet. I'm just giving you a chance to be a suitor."

"Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm!" Jiang Shubai nodded vigorously, like a chick pecking at rice. "I'll do my best!"

As he spoke, he quietly reached out and carefully took her hand.

Shen Zhixian glanced down at the hand that was slightly sweaty from nervousness, but did not pull away.

Jiang Shubai couldn't suppress the smile on his lips, his gaze fixed on her cool and charming profile, his eyes filled with undisguised love.

Beside her, Wen Zhaoyue looked on with disbelief. How could her two childhood friends be so love-struck?

Just as I was speechless, someone gently scratched my palm.

Wen Zhaoyue was taken aback and turned around to look.

Wen Yan stood beside her, his well-tailored white suit accentuating his tall and straight figure, his gentle and refined features.

In three years, he shed his youthful naiveté, his features became more defined, and his demeanor more composed. The image of him chasing after her and calling her "sister" when he was a child was no longer visible in his eyes.

"Sister," he leaned slightly forward, his voice low, so only she could hear, "when are we getting engaged?"

Wen Zhaoyue looked at him, feeling a bit of a headache.

She withdrew her hand from his tickling, trying to keep her tone as calm as possible.

"Ayan, although we are not related by blood, we are still siblings in name. How can siblings get engaged? If word gets out, everyone will laugh at the Wen family."

Wen Yan's eyes darkened for a moment, but he didn't show it on his face. He remained docile and obedient, even with a hint of grievance.

"But sister," he said, his eyes drooping, looking like a pitiful puppy who had been seduced and then abandoned.

"I'm already yours."

Wen Zhaoyue: "..."

She took a deep breath, trying to reason with him, "Ayan, love between men and women is only natural. As long as the process is enjoyable, there's no need to—"

"No need to take responsibility?" Wen Yan picked up on her words, his voice still gentle, but something was churning in his eyes.

Wen Zhaoyue looked at him and suddenly felt a little guilty.

She looked away, refusing to look into his wet eyes.

Wen Yan stared at her profile, the gentleness in his eyes gradually turning dark.

His dear sister.

He meticulously seduced her, arousing her interest in him and gradually drawing her into his trap.

Now that they've consummated their marriage, she wants to just walk away?

impossible.

He lowered his eyes, suppressing the surging darkness within him.

Seeing that he still wanted to say something, Wen Zhaoyue turned her head and reached out to pinch his cheek.

"Sweetie," she said in a tone like she was coaxing a child, "the ceremony has begun, we'll talk about everything when we get back."

Wen Yan looked up at her and gave her a gentle smile.

"Okay, I'll do whatever my sister says."

Wen Zhaoyue withdrew her hand with satisfaction and looked at the stage.

She didn't notice that the gaze directed at her from the side was growing increasingly gloomy and dark.

On stage, the lights gently shone down, enveloping the two figures in a warm halo.

Wen Yu turned around to face Su Qingyao.

He took out a ring box from his pocket, opened it, and two custom-made diamond rings lay quietly inside, with the same two letters engraved on the inner circle: yy.

Wen Yu held Su Qingyao's hand and gently slipped the ring onto her middle finger.

His fingers trembled slightly.

Su Qingyao raised her head, her eyes also reddening.

Wen Yu stared at the hand wearing the ring for a very long time.

"Wenyu," she called softly.

Your hands are shaking.

Wen Yu's smile spread across his eyes, tinged with a hint of embarrassment, but more so with an uncontainable joy.

"I can't help it," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "I'm just too happy."

Su Qingyao finally couldn't hold back her tears and they slid down her cheeks.

But she smiled and took the men's ring from his hand, gently slipping it onto his middle finger.

Her hands were steady because she knew that she would only ever love the man in front of her.

A burst of good-natured laughter and applause erupted from the audience.

Ruan Xinhe sat in the first row, tears streaming down her face. Wen Tianyao sat next to her and tenderly handed her a tissue to wipe her tears.

Ruan Xinhe glared at him, snatched the tissue from his hand, and pushed him away with her other hand.

"The two kids are getting engaged today, you go up there and say a few words!"