Jiang Jianhuan remained seated without moving, prompting Lili to ask curiously.
"Sister, why aren't you going?"
"Because my sister has a boyfriend." Before Jiang Jianhuan could answer, Zhou You spoke up for her, and Lili believed it without a doubt.
"So all those who went to snatch the flowers were single?"
"uh-huh..."
"Zhou You, don't lie to the children here." Jian Ziming, holding a wine glass, came over with Tong Xin to offer a toast.
The bouquet toss event has ended, and the bouquet went to a young woman who was so excited that she laughed and jumped for joy.
“Lili, it’s because your brother Su Mo doesn’t like taking flowers from others; he usually buys them himself.” Jian Ziming retorted to Zhou You, then proceeded to spout nonsense with a straight face. Zhou Li tilted her head back, her eyes filled with obvious confusion.
"Come on, old Jian, we have to drink to this good day." Zhou You didn't have time to tease the child anymore and seized the opportunity to pour wine for Jian Ziming, who couldn't refuse today.
"Alright, alright." Jian Ziming shook his head helplessly and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp.
"So bold!"
"I apologize for the poor hospitality. Please enjoy your meal!" He patted the group on the shoulder and led Tong Xin to the next table. The two walked side by side, appearing very close from the side.
"Why--"
"That's good, really good." Zhou You sipped the wine in her glass, gazing in their direction and swaying her head, seemingly a little drunk, her eyes slightly narrowed and hazy.
Su Mo raised her cup and gently clinked it against his, and the two drank it down in silence.
I'm really happy today.
After the wedding banquet ended, Jian Ziming saw off the guests and then set up a separate table with a few of them. They chatted and drank, and soon there were several empty wine bottles on the table.
On the way back, Su Mo was a little unsteady, and even Bai Qiu, who was always self-disciplined and did not drink alcohol, had a faint blush on her fair cheeks.
At this stage of life, it's rare to have a few friends left to reminisce about our youth with. Nothing is more fulfilling than seeing each other happy.
Jiang Jianhuan drove the car. When they arrived home, Su Mo was even more dizzy and could barely walk after getting out of the car.
She helped him through the door, and as soon as he took off his shoes, Su Mo suddenly hugged her tightly.
"Jianhuan...I'm so happy today." He buried his head in her neck, chuckling, his face rubbing against her warm skin.
"Today is a day to be happy." Jiang Jianhuan stroked his head as she led him into the room.
Su Mo was very pleased.
He loved how gentle and patient she was when she would stroke his hair to comfort him.
"Old Jian and Tong Xin have been together for seven years, and they've known each other for almost ten. They've finally gotten married..." He mumbled incoherently, rambling on and on, saying whatever came to mind.
Even after he was put on the bed and covered with a blanket, he still held her hand and kept talking.
"Let's not separate, there will be countless seven-year periods...ten-year periods..."
"Okay, why don't you rest for a bit? You're drunk." Jiang Jianhuan touched his forehead; it was hot. Su Mo lay there, his eyes misty and blurry.
"Hmm...I want to hold you..." He opened his arms and acted coquettishly towards her. Jiang Jianhuan, who had originally planned to work overtime to draw design drafts, sighed softly when she saw him like this.
"Okay, I'll let you hold me and then I'll go to sleep..."
She threw off the covers and snuggled into his arms. Su Mo quickly pulled her close, holding her tightly against his chest.
"Um!"
The good child, who kept his promise, pursed his lips and remained silent.
My mind seemed to spin, the universe, stars, and everything else ultimately fading into darkness.
All that remained was the person she was holding, soft and with a familiar scent.
Su Mo unconsciously curved the corners of her mouth into a smile, feeling that she was perhaps even a little happier at this moment than Jian Ziming was at the wedding.
Chapter 70
In June, Jiang Jianhuan held another personal fashion show. This time, even more people attended than before. Media flashes went off constantly in the audience. She stood in the middle, holding the microphone, and confidently and calmly talked about her design inspiration.
As the event concluded, the staff cleaned up the scene, and Jiang Jianhuan finished handling the follow-up work and left very late.
She came out of the back door with her bag on her back, but at the corner, someone suddenly rushed over and the two bumped into each other.
He was carrying a camera and was very tall. He wore a baseball cap and glasses, and a gray overcoat. When he looked up and met her gaze, he quickly looked down again, appearing somewhat awkward and nervous.
"I'm so sorry!" He bowed his head and apologized, looking very frightened. Jiang Jianhuan's tone softened as well.
"It's okay." Indeed, she hadn't noticed either; both of them shared responsibility.
Jiang Jianhuan noticed the name tag hanging around his neck when he bent over and asked him a question out of curiosity.
"Are you the reporter for this event?"
"Yes." He adjusted his glasses, which had been knocked askew, and said in a low voice, "Miss Jiang, this fashion show was wonderful."
"Thank you." Jiang Jianhuan nodded and smiled at him, then brushed past him and left.
After wearing high heels all day, the first thing Jiang Jianhuan did when she got home was to kick off her shoes and squat down barefoot to play with Wangcai for a while.
It has grown quite large now, and she can no longer easily pick it up, but it has become more sensible and agile, constantly nuzzling its head into her palm.
Jiang Jianhuan comfortably stroked the fur, then simply sat cross-legged on the ground, letting go of all his fatigue.
After playing for a short while, there was another noise from the door. Wangcai keenly raised its head and looked in that direction, and Jiang Jianhuan followed suit and looked up in that direction as well.