Marriage is a lifelong event, would she not know? She is not a fool?
But what does this have to do with them?
"Yan'er..." Seeing that she was trying to avoid him, Lin Qirui stood up and called her name out of habit, "I want to talk to you."
Feng Yan stared at Lin Qirui, and a term flashed in his mind, white-faced scholar.
"Okay, I'll accompany you to have breakfast. Excuse me, you two." His hand held Su Hanyan's waist possessively, with a light expression on his face.
"Mr. Feng, would you mind giving Ningyan some time to talk to her family?" He Jiahui asked politely. Offending Feng Yan was not something she was willing to do.
Feng Yan held Su Hanyan in his arms and walked away while replying: "I mind very much."
Looking at their backs walking towards the restaurant, Lin Qirui's heart seemed to leave with them.
It was clear that they once loved each other deeply, and it was clear that they were each other's future. It was just because of changes in the world, the passage of time, and changes in people's hearts.
No, to be precise, my heart has not changed, but my view of the world has changed.
He thought that he still loved her, but he couldn't do anything now. The only role he could play well was that of her brother-in-law.
"Look, she is such an rude girl. I don't know if Feng Yan was bewitched by her, and why he went crazy with her. Everyone in the Feng family, would they allow their only son to get married in such a quiet way?
?" He Jiahui sneered.
"Everyone should be busy at this time." Lin Qirui also felt strange.
"What He Ningyan is best at is talking nonsense and cheating on marriage. This is what she can do. No, I can't let her do this. Qi Rui, let's go."
…
"What did they tell you?" Su Hanyan asked as she drank the Chinese breakfast specially prepared for her at the dining table.
"I didn't say anything." Feng Yan glanced at the large glass window in the restaurant. In the garden, Li Jinhuan was sitting on a white rocking chair reading the music score, "Are you nervous?"
"No way? Why am I nervous? What should I be nervous about?" Su Hanyan drank porridge to cover up the panic in her heart, and then asked tentatively, "Yunbo said, everything has probably been arranged."
"Yeah!" Feng Yan responded and handed her a piece of toast with honey, "Anna said you don't like Peter's pastry?"
"Well! It's not that I don't like it, it's just that what he did is not authentic."
"What he is good at is not Chinese pastry." Feng Yan smiled fondly, "I hired a chef who specializes in Chinese pastry. You can eat the most authentic ones tomorrow morning. Eat more then."
"thank you!"
Feng Yan remained silent.
"What are you thinking about? You're not talking? I'm thanking you, why should you express it?" Su Hanyan couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips slightly. Being pampered by a man like Feng Yan, I have to say, it feels great.
Already.
"Do you have a...bad relationship with your family?"
"It's very bad. Didn't I tell you? She stole my boyfriend."
Feng Yan's smile froze at the corner of his mouth: "That white-faced scholar? Ex-boyfriend?"
"Yes! So just to make them angry, I said that I found a boyfriend who is ten thousand times better than him, that is you. So, they were so angry that they must have come all the way to stop me. I can't let them succeed.
I want them to think that you will really marry me, and they don’t know about Yunbo’s promotional video anyway.”
"Yes, we can't let them succeed!" Feng Yan seemed to be smiling but not smiling, his eyes were dark.