“Yeah, we’ve been too busy!
Mufeng is busy with work, and I’m busy with my studies, all for the future!” Jian Xi said, her smile gentle as she played along with the act.
“Gah!”
The melodious sound of the cello suddenly included a jarring note.
Qiao Jiaying, looking at Nan Mufeng and Jian Xi, could hardly hide her shock, “You two…were on the same flight yesterday?”
“Of course, a married couple should return home together!” Nan Mufeng laughed, occasionally glancing down at Jian Xi beside him.
A few red specks on the hem of the white dress caught his attention.
They weren’t flowers!
It was blood!
Was she injured?
“Are you hurt?” His eyes and voice turned cold, his question nearly inaudible.
Jian Xi leaned closer to him and lowered her voice as well, “Let’s not make a scene.”
“Hmm.”
To outsiders, this scene looked nothing short of romantic, a couple deeply in love.
Old Master Nan was also shocked, watching his grandson with disbelief.
Was his vision failing, or had his grandson really become so affectionate with Xiao Xi?
Could it be the legendary love at first sight?
Ah!
How wonderful!
He knew it; Mufeng was bound to fall for Xiao Xi!
“Alright, alright, let the master of ceremonies play the music, let’s begin,” Old Master Nan said, thrilled to the core.
The engagement ceremony was simple; Nan Mufeng walked the red carpet with Jian Xi, and then they exchanged rings.
The rings, prepared by Grandpa Nan, were a meticulously crafted pair of golden rings, each set with a square and an oval-cut jade, obviously very valuable but also quite old-fashioned.
Young people these days all liked platinum diamond rings—who still wore golden jade?
“This…” Jian Xi’s pupils constricted sharply upon seeing the rings.
“Ugly?” Nan Mufeng’s voice was low, audible only to the two of them.
Jian Xi shook her head, “It’s not that.”
Nan Mufeng took Jian Xi’s left hand and slid the ring onto her middle finger.
An engagement ring for the middle finger, and upon marriage, it would find its place on the ring finger.
“Done, and dusted.
Everyone, please take your seats.
Today, eat well, have fun, and don’t leave until you’re drunk!” Qiao Yonghui breathed a heavy sigh of relief, content that the event had proceeded smoothly.
As soon as the ceremony ended, Nan Mufeng pulled Jian Xi back to the dressing room, a layer of frost covering his handsome face.
“What happened?”
“A car accident.” Jian Xi sat on the coffee table, her complexion somewhat pale, “Nan Mufeng, if you find this ominous, we can still call off the engagement now.”
“Who did this?” Mufeng pressed.
Given her parking skills today, he didn’t believe for a second it was just an accident.
“Just an accident.”
The car was the Qiao family’s; besides them, who else had the chance to sabotage her car in advance?
Nan Mufeng pursed his lips and knelt on one knee, lifting her dress.
Her smooth legs slowly came into view, and his throat tightened as he continued to lift the fabric.
“Nan Mufeng!”
Jian Xi hurriedly grabbed his hand, a faint blush spreading across her pale face, “I’ve already taken care of it.”
Nan Mufeng suddenly grew angry, “Pretentious!”
With force, “hiss—”
The hem of the dress was ripped right off by him, revealing everything from five inches above the knee downwards.
“You…” Jian Xi’s lips twitched, momentarily speechless.
Wasn’t that a bit too violent?
The injury was on her thigh, already clumsily bandaged, hiding the specifics of the wound.
But streaks of blood winding down her fair thigh were a shocking sight.
“Where else are you hurt?” Nan Mufeng asked.
“That’s all.
Get up quickly!”
She was sitting; he was kneeling, his warm breath spraying on her thigh, making her tense.
“Do you have enemies in Jiangcheng?”
“I don’t know.” Jian Xi shook her head.
Enemies?
She wasn’t sure if the three members of the Qiao family counted.