"Really? Why didn’t I ever make such promises when I was young?" Wei Jiajia raised her pretty eyebrows. She looked at Tang Mingli closely; his facial features were outstanding, coupled with his tall stature and sunny, handsome look. His gaze might not be as pure as a child’s, but at the very least, it wasn’t sleazy or fickle.
She really liked the way Tang Mingli looked at other people—with sincerity and integrity. It was because of this that Wei Jiajia had the idea of entrusting her life to him.
Every week, watching him come to the city to purchase goods was enough to speak volumes about how hard it must have been. Perhaps it was hard for everyone who came to the city to buy goods, but she felt a special kind of sympathy for Tang Mingli alone.
Wei Jiajia was also clear about Qi Yufei; it must have been Qi Yufei’s unrequited feelings. If Tang Mingli truly couldn’t forget his past affections, he wouldn’t have treated Qi Yufei with such an attitude.
"Jiajia, my wife, my lovely bride." Tang Mingli was in a hurry, embracing Wei Jiajia, calling her by every name, his voice deliberately carrying a coaxing tone. He said, "I was wrong before."
"You weren’t wrong," Wei Jiajia seriously retorted.
Tang Mingli insisted, "I was wrong. I shouldn’t have liked her. But back then, how could I have known that I would meet you? If I had known, I would have never pursued her."
"Oh~" Wei Jiajia elongated her tone, "So you were the one who pursued her?"
Tang Mingli’s face turned even darker, realizing he had said something he shouldn’t have.
"Then tell me, did you and her..." Wei Jiajia pursed her lips, not finishing her sentence but conveying the meaning through her eyes.
Tang Mingli was thinking about how to appease Wei Jiajia’s anger, and her unexpected and ambiguous question caught him off guard.
Wei Jiajia couldn’t help but roll her eyes, saying irritably, "Are you really clueless or just pretending to be? I mean, did you kiss her? Did you do ’that’ with her?"
Wei Jiajia awkwardly didn’t finish her words.
"No, no, Jiajia, I’m quite conservative," Tang Mingli immediately explained. "I was young back then and didn’t know about these things. I only knew that you could do it after getting married."
"Then..." Wei Jiajia drew out her words, the anger in her heart had already subsided a bit, she asked, "Did you ever hold her hand?"
Tang Mingli stammered, unable to utter a word.
Wei Jiajia couldn’t help but laugh, seeing him .
"Wife, I was wrong, I promise to treat only you well from now on." Tang Mingli said, seeing her smile bloom like a flower.
Wei Jiajia gave him a sidelong glance, "Are you saying you won’t be good to Anan?"
"How could that be? Anan is my son, and you are my wife. Besides, when Anan grows up, the two of us, father and son, will protect you together," Tang Mingli replied without hesitation.
"Wife." Tang Mingli, thick-skinned, moved closer and hugged Wei Jiajia, sensing that her anger was fading. Tang Mingli was elated and suddenly picked up Wei Jiajia and headed to the next room.
Wei Jiajia covered her mouth in surprise, worrying about making a sound that would wake up her son in the bed.
"Tang Mingli, it’s broad daylight now, what are you trying to do!" Wei Jiajia glared at him fiercely.
Tang Mingli ’hehe’ chuckled and said, "Of course, to make my wife happy."
The Lunar June eighteen, Solar July twenty, the day of engagement, still arrived as expected.
Tang Yue had been unable to sleep well for the past few nights, but on the night before the actual engagement, she surprisingly had a particularly sweet sleep, dreaming first of a previous life’s indifferent Mo Siyu, whom she had looked up to.
Then the dream transformed into this life’s Mo Siyu, who would steal kisses from her now and then.
In Tang Yue’s dreams, she was always smiling.
The next day, early in the morning, Tang Yue sat in front of the mirror and found that her complexion had improved a lot after a good night’s sleep, easing the anxiety in her heart. Today was the day of the engagement, and although it wasn’t a wedding, Tang Yue took it very seriously, fulfilling a luxurious wish from before her previous life’s death, something she thought was impossible.
From today onwards, she would accompany Si Yu closely, making sure he would never be as alone as in his previous life.
After washing up, she refined her eyebrows a bit. Even though her eyebrows had always been quite nice, the meticulous grooming made her whole face become even more radiant, enhancing her sparkling eyes to be even more beautiful and captivating.
She also applied some color to her lips, making them even more alluring.
"Big sis, you look so beautiful ," Tang Jun commented as he watched from beginning to end. His sister was already beautiful in her day-to-day appearance, but after such a simple make-over, she seemed even lovelier.
Staring at Tang Yue in amazement, Tang Jun asked, "Sis, how come such a small change, just fixing the brows and applying some lip color, can make such a big difference?"
It was as if Tang Yue was glowing from inside out, irresistibly catching the eye.
"Do I look good?" Tang Yue asked with a smile.
Tang Jun couldn’t help but be mesmerized.
Tang Yue was very pleased with Tang Jun’s reaction. She patted his face and told him to go out as she needed to change her clothes.
"Xiao Jun, what’s with you, standing there looking so silly?" Zhang Hualian was busy preparing what to bring, bustling non-stop, afraid of forgetting anything. When she turned around, she saw Tang Jun standing dumbfounded at Tang Yue’s door, which looked quite amusing.
"Mom, when I grow up, I also want to marry someone as beautiful as big sis," Tang Jun immediately said.
"Xiao Jun, I support you," Zhang Hualian seriously said, her own daughter’s happiness was her happiness after all. Even though she had never heard of a brother looking for a bride resembling his sister, wasn’t this a sign of their close sibling relationship?
Therefore, Zhang Hualian was very supportive.
When the time was almost upon them, Zhang Hualian changed into the qipao that Tang Yue had made for her, or more precisely, a modified qipao. It was a dark purple color with white embroidered patterns which were few in number but were the perfect finishing touch, giving the qipao its simple yet gentle beauty.
Especially, the dark purple color complemented Zhang Hualian’s age and complexion, and once she put it on, she seemed to become much younger.
Tang Zhengde wore a gray Sun Yat-sen suit, which Zhang Hualian had ironed until not a single wrinkle was to be seen. Dressed in it, Tang Zhengde looked very sharp.
Tang Jun’s outfit was also a Sun Yat-sen suit in the same color scheme. The father and son in the same style of clothing, with their similar features, were clearly a father-son pair at first glance.
"Huh, your sister isn’t dressed yet?" Tang Zhengde inquired.
Zhang Hualian was just about to knock on the door when it opened. The Tang Yue who suddenly appeared before them wore a red dress that was very fashionable. It accentuated her porcelain white skin. Her smooth black hair was casually pulled up, with locks of hair falling softly by the sides of her forehead. Now, Zhang Hualian understood why Tang Jun had made such a statement.