Qiao Yonghui wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead and stepped aside to make a phone call.
Song Jia and Qiao Jiaying looked at each other, neither had expected Jian Xi to pull such a move!
One call after another, all shut off!
“Honey, what’s happening?”
“The phone’s off, can’t get through.
The family said she drove out by herself after two o’clock.”
“Then where could she go?” Song Jia was also getting anxious.
Today’s engagement ceremony was not only about the face of both families but also about fortunes!
“Dad, if it doesn’t work out, let me take her place!” Qiao Jiaying boldly suggested.
She had already changed into her pink dress and finished her makeup; everything was ready!
Who knew that Qiao Yonghui, who usually spoiled her, would sternly refuse, “No!
The Nan family wants Xiao Xi!”
“Dad!” Qiao Jiaying stomped her feet in frustration, “What if she really doesn’t show up?”
“This…”
For a moment, Qiao Yonghui was also panicked.
He clenched his fists hard, “That dead girl, daring to play me!
If she doesn’t come, I’ll immediately cut off her mother’s treatment fees!”
“Excuse me, make way!”
Just then, a cold voice came from behind.
The three members of the Qiao Family all turned around.
Nan Mufeng!
He had just come out of the makeup room.
His eyes, clear as obsidian, shone with a fiercely sharp aura, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, exerting an invisible pressure on those around him.
Qiao Yonghui’s heart skipped a beat, and he almost fainted: how did he end up talking outside of Nan Mufeng’s makeup room?
Oh no, he wasn’t overheard, was he?
He rubbed his hands together and offered an ingratiating smile, “Ah, it’s Mufeng!
Are you all ready?”
“Yes.”
“Our Xiao Xi will be a little late, why don’t you go back and rest a bit more?”
“No need to!” Nan Mufeng’s indifferent gaze didn’t linger on anyone as he strode away with long steps.
Watching his retreating figure, Qiao Jiaying nearly swooned!
Why wasn’t it her getting engaged to him today?!
“Honey, what do we do?” Song Jia gritted her teeth, “Should we let Yingying step in?”
“No!”
“Honey!”
“After all, Jian Wan is still alive!” Qiao Yonghui said, massaging his forehead in frustration, “Let’s wait a bit more!”
…
Time swiftly passed, and before long it was already five-thirty.
The engagement ceremony was half an hour late from the scheduled time.
The bride still had not appeared!
Old Master Nan’s expression was getting worse and worse, and each glance he gave Qiao Yonghui could have sliced him to pieces!
The pressure was immense!
Qiao Yonghui kept wiping away his cold sweat, making phone calls, and looking towards the hotel entrance.
In his heart, he’d prayed a hundred times over: Little ancestor, please hurry up and come!
Another half-hour passed, and the guests were starting to get curious about why the engagement ceremony hadn’t started.
Song Jia and Qiao Jiaying wove through them, repeatedly explaining, “Xiao Xi had something come up last minute, the delay won’t be long…”
What could possibly be more important than an engagement ceremony?
Unseen, Jian Xi’s image kept sinking lower and lower.
In contrast, Qiao Jiaying, dressed in her pink dress, with a sweet smile and adorable demeanor, was winning hearts.
Nan Mufeng sat in the private rest area, calmly observing the scene in the garden from a distance.
“Brother Nan, your fiancée sure is putting on quite the act!
She’s not standing you up, is she?” Rui Kun asked sympathetically as he looked at Nan Mufeng.
“No.”
Mufeng replied indifferently, not at all anxious.
If she planned to stand him up, she wouldn’t have rushed back to Jiangcheng from abroad yesterday.
“That’s a relief!
I was really worried…”
“What’s there for you to worry about?” Mufeng asked, puzzled.
“Ta-da!”
Rui Kun stepped aside, revealing an exaggerated gift box behind him.
“This is…”