When it comes to marriage, Xia Qihang is indeed more suitable than Cheng Shenke. He will not be so busy and has time to accompany her and tolerate her.
The most important thing is that he believes in her.
There are two kinds of marriages around her, one is that of Pei Yifeng and Lu Anyi, they are in love and support each other.
There is another kind of person like Yao Yi and Wan Qianqian, who are plain and down-to-earth. They are not dramatic, but they still hold hands together and are down-to-earth until they grow old.
She also wanted to live a plain and easy life like her parents.
After hearing Pei Ruomian's answer, Xia Qihang's eyes sparkled, his fingers tightened little by little, and he held her soft little hand.
Even if it was just because he was more suitable than him, at least she decided to choose him.
"Ms. Mianmian, are you publicly acknowledging your engagement to Dr. Xia?"
When a reporter catches a topic, he digs into it.
This is big news.
Pei Ruomian nodded generously, "Yes, we are getting engaged."
She locked fingers with Xia Qihang and walked through the three reporters with a smile.
The reporter asked her some engagement-related questions one after another, and she answered them generously.
She had no idea how bitter the man who had been standing on the steps looking at her felt in his heart.
Seeing the small figure gradually disappearing from his sight, Cheng Shenke's eyes darkened and he sighed softly.
'You are more suitable than him', these words were like a huge stone hitting his heart, making his breathing painful.
He touched the mini band-aid on his face. It was a pattern she liked. He used to feel so childish that he wouldn't even put it on the back of his hand, but now he actually put it on his face.
It was too late to realize that, when he was willing to change for her, she was already farther and farther away from him.
Early summer.
Ms. Wan had not been so happy for a long time. She looked at Pei Ruomian in the mirror, wearing a white engagement dress, with long hair like black satin spread on her back, the corners of her peach blossom eyes slightly raised, and her light gold eye shadow was gorgeous.
The fiery red lips have a slight arc, playful and charming.
Thinking about her excellent future son-in-law, she couldn't even close her mouth with laughter.
Pei Ruomian also looked at Ms. Wan through the mirror. Seeing that she kept looking at her and smiling stupidly, she blinked and said, "Mom, why do you think you are smiling so obscenely?"
Ms. Wan glanced at her daughter angrily, stretched out her hand to pull her into her arms, suppressed her joyful smile, and revealed a hint of melancholy in her eyes.
She said with sincerity, "Mianmian, I am very happy to be like my mother."
"Where are you happy? Being bullied by Mr. Yao all your life is called happiness?" Pei Ruomian deliberately teased Ms. Wan.
How could she not know what I meant? She felt a little distressed. She raised her hand, hugged her waist, and buried her head in her arms.
Following a man like her great father, Ms. Wan can only be as wise as a fool. Being confused is happiness, and being too clear-headed will cause trouble for others.
"Mianmian, you are so beautiful. Your nose, your eyes, your little mouth, everything looks like me."
The sensational clip just now was skipped by Ms. Wan's words. Pei Ruomian rolled his eyes and touched the corners of his eyes with his little finger, "My peach blossom eyes are the best evidence that I am Mr. Yao's daughter. They are exactly the same as his eyes."
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She smiled playfully, looked into Ms. Wan's eyes and said, "You haven't given me any advantages except for my height of less than 1.6 meters."
When talking about height, she couldn't help but lament,
