“Sister.”
Qiao Jiaying showed her sweet smile, bouncing over to Jian Xi and affectionately linking her arm, “Sister, we are matching as sisters today!”
Jian Xi imperceptibly furrowed her brow and looked indifferently towards Nan Mufeng who had just come over, “Do you happen to have a twin brother or a sibling?”
“No,” Nan Mufeng responded with a neutral expression.
He wasn’t angry due to Jian Xi’s substantial tardiness, nor was he happy because of the beautiful younger aunt’s enthusiasm.
Casual, like a breeze, yet impossible to ignore his presence.
His gaze fell on Jian Xi.
She was beautiful today, even more sharp than yesterday on the airplane.
A faint smile emerged on Nan Mufeng’s handsome face.
This young lady seemed to be setting a trap.
“That’s really a shame,” Jian Xi sighed with regret, “I was thinking of finding Jiaying a boyfriend who matches her sister.”
Her voice was not loud, but because the scene was so quiet, every word clearly reached everyone’s ears.
“After all, Jiaying has always liked to match with me, no matter what it is!”
The quiet venue seemed to grow even quieter.
Then, a stir arose.
Miss Jian was implying something with her words!
“Ah haha, Miss Jian is really thoughtful!
Can husbands even be matched?” someone questioned with implied meaning.
Song Jia hurriedly chimed in, “Yes, yes, their sisterly bond is so strong!” She secretly glared at her daughter.
Qiao Jiaying then realized what was happening, and with an innocent toothy smile said, “Thank you for the kind thought, Sister!
Sister, I have prepared a gift for you and your future brother-in-law today!”
Clap—
Qiao Jiaying snapped her fingers, and the curtains on the right side of the hall slowly opened, revealing a dainty performance stage.
Surrounded by flowers, a cello stood at the center.
Song Jia was once a somewhat famous singer and had trained Qiao Jiaying from a young age.
Not yet eighteen, Jiaying had already taken part in many national and international cello competitions, gaining quite a reputation in Jiangcheng.
“Sister, brother-in-law, let’s start the ceremony!
I’ll play accompaniment for you,” Qiao Jiaying said, her face beaming with a clever smile.
Tender, youthful hands moved the bow across the strings, setting off a grand and resonant melody.
The awkwardness of the previous moment was instantly drawn into the next phase of the event.
“Cough cough!”
Just then, Old Master Nan gave a light cough and loudly said, “Xiao Xi, Mufeng, let’s get started!”
“Yes, Grandpa.” Nan Mufeng respectfully replied.
He proactively extended his arm to Jian Xi.
Jian Xi looked at him, contemplative.
“Sister, good luck!
Brother-in-law came back from abroad especially for you, just yesterday!” Qiao Jiaying encouraged while playing the cello.
The hell with luck!
This White Lotus!
I want to strangle her!
She was clearly telling everyone that Nan Mufeng looked down on Jian Xi, that even the engagement was something he rushed to!
Luckily, she was also late today, otherwise, people really might think, Jian Xi coveted Nan Mufeng that much!
“Yes, I came back with Xiao Xi yesterday!
After all, we’re both very busy,” Nan Mufeng’s plain tone suddenly became a bit more doting as he took the initiative to pull Jian Xi’s hand, placing it in the crook of his arm.
Jian Xi was taken aback and narrowed her eyes at him.
Including yesterday, this was only their second meeting, right?
“I thought you would need it,” Nan Mufeng lowered his voice and said to Jian Xi.
The drama king!
But she liked it!
Playing doubles in husband and wife team-ups made the face-slapping even more satisfying!
Even though they were a fake couple, they were still a couple!