Without any deliberate affectation or feigned aloofness, Jiang Wanning stood there, calmly accepting everyone's scrutinizing gazes, stunning everyone with her beauty, reminding one of the lines: "In the north there is a beautiful woman, peerless and independent. One glance could topple a city, a second glance could topple a nation. How could one not know the power of such beauty, for such a woman is hard to find again?"

The future third young mistress is so beautiful!

That kind of beauty wasn't superficial; rather, it was a combination of her appearance and temperament that created a wonderful and harmonious feeling.

After recognizing the person, everyone stepped aside.

Jiang Wanning sat down and they started choosing invitations together.

"Did your in-laws give you a guest list? If so, could you please have the invitations written today?"

"Okay," Jiang Wanning replied.

Jiang Xinkai has to take care of Xia Rushan and is also preparing for the company's affairs; she can handle these things without any problem.

Calligraphy and painting are inseparable; Jiang Wanning has also practiced calligraphy and writes beautiful characters.

Jiang Wanning prefers elegance and simplicity. She doesn't suffer from decision paralysis and quickly selected an elegant and unique invitation: "Grandma, Mom, I think this one is nice. I'll order this one."

Jiang Wanning didn't hesitate or drag things out. Ye Shuxiang and Old Madam Fu exchanged a glance, their eyes showing a hint of satisfaction.

He instructed the servants to put away the other invitations and bring up this one, a whole box of them.

The Fu family is preparing for a grand wedding, but the guests will be close relatives and long-time business partners. Other casual acquaintances will not be invited.

Jiang Wanning was preparing to write the invitations when Old Madam Fu asked Ye Shuxiang, "Have you called San'er yet?"

Jiang Wanning paused. Was Fu Chenyuan coming?

The Fu family is so large and powerful, do they really need Fu Chenyuan to write all those invitations himself?

Ye Shuxiang smiled: "Of course. I told him Xiao Ning was coming. I sent him a message before he came, but I don't know if he saw it."

There was already some noise outside the door. Ye Shuxiang smiled and said, "Speak of the devil. It really is all thanks to Xiao Ning. This child is usually a workaholic and rarely comes home. It's thanks to Xiao Ning that I can see him at home while he's at work."

Hearing this teasing remark, Jiang Wanning felt a little embarrassed.

Jiang Wanning felt a burning gaze fixed on her, and she looked towards the door.

Fu Chenyuan was dressed in a formal suit and tie, which should have given him a cool and aloof demeanor, but he had a touch of unruly temperament, giving him the feel of a suit-wearing thug.

Jiang Wanning originally only intended to glance at him and then look away, but she stared blankly as Fu Chenyuan walked up to her.

Fu Chenyuan called out, "Mom, Grandma."

He then naturally sat down next to Jiang Wanning, very close to her, only a fist's distance away.

He reached out and gently touched Jiang Wanning's hair, without using any force.

"Daydreaming? What are you thinking about?" The man's deep, slightly hoarse voice brought Jiang Wan Ning back to her senses.

She was actually staring at Fu Chenyuan so intently just now, how embarrassing!

Was she really such a looks-obsessed person?

The maid immediately handed Fu Chenyuan a warm towel to wipe his hands.

Fu Chenyuan wiped his hands clean and looked at the invitation on the table.

"Is the style decided?"

"Yes, Xiao Ning decided. Do you have any objections?"

"No, what she chose is naturally excellent." In front of his family, Fu Chenyuan made no attempt to hide his bias.

Ye Shuxiang handed over a printed list: "Then I'll leave the invitations to you. Your grandma and I will go to the kitchen to see what delicious food we can make."

The two left after they finished speaking.

So only Fu Chenyuan and Jiang Wanning remained in front of the low table.

The two women wanted to watch the excitement, but Fu Chenyuan did not allow it.

He stood up and pulled Jiang Wanning up with him.

"Go to my study."

Fu Chenyuan didn't ask the servants for help; he picked up all the invitations himself.

Jiang Wanning also intended to help, but Fu Chenyuan stretched out his arm and said, "Take my arm."

Jiang Wanning obeyed instinctively and glanced back.

Grandma Fu and Ye Shuxiang were indeed watching this side with smiles on their faces.

For some reason, Jiang Wanning always felt that they seemed to be thinking that their child had finally found someone to want him.

As soon as Jiang Wanning and Fu Chenyuan left, Old Madam Fu was so angry she jumped up and down.

"You stingy man! What's wrong with me looking at my granddaughter-in-law more often? Do you think I'd eat someone? Ah, is there any other grandmother in the world as kind as me? Did I give my granddaughter-in-law a hard time? You're so protective of her, oh dear, I have no problem with that. What I have a problem with is that he won't let me look at my granddaughter-in-law more often."

Ye Shuxiang chuckled, feeling a little disappointed, but mostly happy for Fu Chenyuan.

Because San'er has never been close to them, and now that she's older, it's even less likely.

He's already married.

Ye Shuxiang comforted Grandma Fu: "Mom, this is a good thing. We used to worry that he would grow old alone, didn't we? Now it seems that Xiao Ning is someone he likes very much. From now on, we just need to treat Xiao Ning well."

Grandma Fu was still unhappy: "I should have known better than to let him come back. He ran off with my granddaughter-in-law as soon as he returned."

Jiang Wanning was a little puzzled: "Wouldn't it be better to write it where it was originally?"

Fu Chenyuan said without batting an eye, "It's too noisy. I prefer quiet."

No, he doesn't like quiet because quiet reminds him of bad things.

When he can't sleep, he likes to go to places with lots of people, where he feels safest amidst the noise.

But because of her, even the quietest place is no longer hell, but heaven.

Upon entering the study, Fu Chenyuan pulled out a chair for Jiang Wanning.

After Jiang Wanning was seated, Fu Chenyuan also pulled out a chair and sat down.

Jiang Wanning looked down at their arms, which were only a fist's distance apart.

This desk is so big, at least five meters long, why does he have to sit so close to it?

Fu Chenyuan moved slightly, and their arms touched lightly. He then moved away very naturally, as if it had just been an accident.

Fu Chenyuan handed over the pen, and seeing that Jiang Wanning didn't take it, he gently touched Jiang Wanning's cheek with the tip of the pen.

Jiang Wanning seemed startled; the touch was a little itchy, as if Fu Chenyuan had gently slid his fingertips across her cheek.

She stared wide-eyed at Fu Chenyuan, whose Adam's apple bobbed as he asked, "What are you daydreaming about? Aren't you going to write?"

Jiang Wanning took the pen, and their fingers accidentally touched.

Fu Chenyuan suddenly called out to her, "Don't move."

"Hmm?" Jiang Wanning asked, puzzled.

Fu Chenyuan gently pinched Jiang Wanning's face with one hand, and reached under her eyelids with the other.

Jiang Wanning blinked subconsciously.

Fu Chenyuan's fingertip touched the skin below Jiang Wanning's eyelid, then he released his hand, held out his finger for her to see, and chuckled: "A single eyelash has fallen out."

One of her long, curved eyelashes gradually touched his fingertip.

Jiang Wanning said, "Thank you."

"How should I thank you?" Fu Chenyuan asked with a smile.

"Mrs. Fu, aren't you going to do something?"