The old house was brightly lit, with lanterns lit everywhere. It was obviously decorated in advance and was very thoughtful.
Song Xiang took Rong Boye's arm in and walked in. Before she could pass through the front yard, a person rushed towards her.
"Daughter-in-law!"
Song Xiang exclaimed and almost didn't get knocked down. Fortunately, there was someone behind him to support him.
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she pulled the person down and said, "Auntie."
"Xiao Yan proposed to you, right? Where's the ring? Is the diamond big?"
Song Xiang had no choice but to raise his hand and show her the ring.
"Huh?" An Xuyue approached, a little disgusted, "Xiao Yan is so picky, your gem is not as big as my scraps."
Song Xiang: "..."
Is there such a thing as disruptive?
An Xuyue clicked her tongue, pushed Rong Boye away, took Song Xiang's arm and walked forward, chattering.
When he arrived at the main house, it was well decorated, but Song Xiang didn't see the relatives he had imagined.
Apart from Yan Zhicheng and his wife, there were only two elders from the Yan family, whom Yan Han called sister-in-law and third uncle. Even Yan Zhenzhen's mother and daughter did not show up.
This arrangement made Song Xiang relieved.
"The old man was so wise this time that he drove away all the annoying guys!" An Xuyue said bluntly.
Song Xiang also felt that Yan Zhenting was really on the right track this time.
Not only did we invite important family members, but we also saved ourselves the trouble, both in name and in reality.
On their way to the greenhouse, Yan Han walked over at a slightly faster pace.
When he arrived, he first greeted Rong Boye, "Uncle Rong."
Rong Boye responded calmly.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, his attitude had improved.
"Yan Zhicheng! What are you doing standing there? Making sculptures?!"
As soon as they said hello, An Xuyue shouted towards the garden gate not far away.
Yan Zhicheng, who originally only planned to wait in the flower room, had no choice but to take the initiative to welcome him.
Song Xiang imitated Yan Han's behavior and called "Uncle Yan".
Yan Zhicheng glanced at her and responded lightly.
And then... quiet.
An Xuyue looked at Yan Zhicheng and Rong Boye, smacked her lips, raised her hand and gave Yan Zhicheng a slap on the arm.
"What are you doing! Shaking hands with the in-laws!"
Yan Zhicheng: "..."
He raised his hand expressionlessly and took the initiative to greet Rong Boye.
Fortunately, Rong Boye also gave me face.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief again, feeling that his heart was about to be broken.
Finally it was time for both parties to enter.
In the flower room, Yan Zhenting was waiting on crutches, with only two servants following him, and there was no sign of Yao Yiyi.
Song Xiang politely presented the gift and called "Grandpa Yan", just at the right distance.
"Everyone, sit down." Yan Zhenting raised his hand and sat down first.
Fortunately, the table is a round table, otherwise it would be the same as negotiating.
On the left side of Song Xiang is Rong Boye, and on the right is Yan Han.
"On a day like today, didn't Mr. Rong bring your son with him?" Yan Han's sister-in-law asked in advance.
There was silence on the table.
Rong Boye said calmly: "It seems that Mr. Yan's little daughter is not here either?"
The other party was speechless, smiled awkwardly, and lowered his head to drink water.
Song Xiang glanced at Yan Han with the corner of his eyes and found that his eyebrows were slightly closed.
She carefully studied the conversation just now and came to her senses.
This sister-in-law was testing the weight of Miss Rong, and was worried that if Rong Boye valued Chu Xun, the Yan family would marry a "fake daughter".
"Let's serve." Yan Zhenting ordered lightly.
Song Xiang straightened his back, feeling that the war was about to begin.