As soon as the old man finished speaking, Yan Zhenting slapped his chopsticks on the table.
"Marriage is his own business, and how he gets married is also his own business."
"That's right." An Xuyue interrupted, her eyes crooked as she said, "You guys are very old-fashioned."
Yan Zhenting closed his eyes, not even wanting to look at his son and daughter-in-law. His face was cold for a moment, and then he suddenly turned his attention to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang lowered his head to eat the food. When he felt the sight, he immediately became vigilant.
"Girl, what do you think?"
Song Xiang also subconsciously felt that it was too early to get married immediately. Yan Zhenting suddenly proposed an engagement, which made her heart skip a beat.
Beside her, Yan Han felt her emotions, stopped her movements, and took out a tissue to wipe her hands.
"She's never married, so what can she say?"
"It's most appropriate to get engaged. There is also a time buffer so that we can prepare for the wedding." Aunt Yan interjected at the right time.
Yan Han raised his eyes and looked over with a dark look.
Aunt Yan's expression froze, and she lowered her head and took a sip of wine.
Song Xiang sat quietly, holding Yan Han's hand underneath, and drew pictures on his palm.
She agreed to get engaged first, at least to give each other time to adapt.
Yan Han understood, without hesitation, he held her hand with his backhand.
Listen to you.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and straightened his back, "I agree to get engaged first."
After she finished speaking, several eyes on the table came to her.
Aunt Yan was slightly surprised. She proposed an engagement to delay the marriage and just put some pressure on Rong Boye. She didn't expect Song Xiang to agree.
Yan Zhenting's face turned dark, "You can get engaged..."
"Butler." Yan Han suddenly interrupted, raising his hand very naturally, "Add more vegetables."
The housekeeper was stunned for a moment and looked in the direction of Yan Zhenting.
"Grandpa, if you are not good at hospitality, you should tell me in advance and I won't bother you." Yan Yan said coldly.
Yan Zhenting: "..."
Oh.
Rong Boye laughed with unknown meaning.
"Mr. Yan is too anxious. I only said that this girl will not have any shares in her name in the short term. It does not mean that she does not have a dowry."
Yan Zhenting was interrupted by Yan Han, and he was already very embarrassed. He was suddenly ridiculed by Rong Boye, and before he could get angry, his face turned blue from holding back.
Rong Boye continued: "On the day they receive their marriage certificate, I will transfer half of Nanrong's shares and make a will for the remaining half."
The color on Yan Zhenting's face softened, but he couldn't speak immediately, so he could only continue to pull a face.
"Anyone who has no will or will, Mr. Rong is out of touch." Aunt Yan smiled and raised her glass, "It's all for the sake of our children. I'd like to toast you."
Rong Boye ignored her. She didn't mean to be embarrassed at all and drank by herself.
Across the way, An Xuyue chewed beef hard, turned to Yan Zhicheng and asked, "Is she learning to change faces?"
Everyone: "..."
Song Xiang suppressed a smile. Only An Xuyue's words could have such an effect.
Aunt Yan cleared her throat and said again: "The details of the engagement..."
As soon as she was halfway through speaking, Yan Song walked in from outside, holding a stack of signed "contracts" in his hand.
Song Xiang was curious and secretly glanced at Yan Han, then suddenly he was stuffed with a mouthful of fish.
The fish bones were all removed.
She chewed it carefully and leaned against Yan Han again.
Rong Boye noticed her details and moved the corners of his mouth.
After his death, Yan Song had already sent a copy of the document to everyone.
"Whether it's an engagement or a wedding, Mr. Yan has already made detailed plans."