Sisi nodded, "They match."

Zhou Qiyan was displeased. He glared at her and said with great dissatisfaction, "That's really perfunctory. How are we a good match? Give me a reason."

"Qin'er is dignified, and Ayan is lively. You two complement each other perfectly and are a match made in heaven."

Sisi gave him a reasonable explanation, at least on the surface.

The phrase "a match made in heaven" left Zhou Qiyan somewhat stunned. Just when Sisi thought he was about to say something else, he suddenly fell silent, lowering his head as if lost in thought.

As the banquet began, the ladies chatted about everyday matters. Sisi sat with Xu Qin'er and Zhang Yuru, and the two women kept looking at her.

"Qin'er, I think Madam Zhou still likes you quite a bit. After all, that so-called cousin of yours has no parents and can't help Zhou Er-ge'er at all except for her pretty face. To put it bluntly, she's just a useless vase."

Zhang Yuru's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and Sisi heard it clearly. She didn't show any expression and calmly ate her pastries.

Xu Qin'er tugged at her, but Zhang Yuru didn't take it seriously and looked directly at Sisi, saying, "Hey, I'm talking to you. Don't play dead. Zhou Qi doesn't like you. Don't be presumptuous and try to cling to him!"

“I didn’t pester him.”

"Who would believe that?" Zhang Yuru scoffed. "Coming out here wearing a veil, pretending to be all glamorous, as if you're some kind of fairy descended from heaven? And you think you can get close to our Qin..."

Her mouth was suddenly sealed shut, her lips were glued together, and she couldn't open them, she could only make "ah ah" sounds.

Xu Qin'er panicked, "Aru, what's wrong?"

Zhang Yuru angrily pointed at Sisi, and Xu Qin'er looked at her and said, "Miss, stop teasing Aru. It was Achi's fault. I apologize to you on Aru's behalf."

Sisi glanced at Wen Yuan, whose expression turned slightly cold. She raised her fingertips slightly, and Zhang Yuru gasped for breath, shouting loudly, "What were you doing just now?"

Mrs. Zhou frowned. "What's wrong?"

"She just tricked me into shutting me up. In my opinion, she's not Zhou Qiyan's cousin at all; she's a monster!"

"Does Miss Zhang have any evidence? It's not good to make things up without proof, is it?"

Zhang Yuru was taken aback. She hadn't expected Wen Yuan to defend Sisi, and her dissatisfaction grew even stronger. "Why are you defending her? Qin'er can testify that I really couldn't speak just now!"

Xu Qin'er nodded. "That's right."

"What's wrong with me defending my fiancée?"

Zhang Yuru's eyes widened. "What? Isn't she Zhou Qiyan's fiancée? When did she become yours?"

Wen Yuan glanced at Zhou Qiyan and smiled faintly, "Do you have any objections?"

"..."

Zhang Yuru looked at Madam Zhou, who nodded slightly to her.

Was she mistaken?

She wasn't one to refuse to admit her mistakes, so she immediately apologized to Sisi, "I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else. Please don't be offended, I'm really sorry."

"It's alright."

Sisi smiled faintly.

Zhang Yuru sat down, and the hostility between the two disappeared. Xu Qin'er even brought over a plate of pastries to please them.

Sisi didn't touch it. Midway through the banquet, she made an excuse to leave. Wen Yuan had been watching her the whole time, and when she left, he also made an excuse to follow her.

"She deserves a little punishment, why are you being so soft-hearted?"

Sisi stopped in front of a peach tree. The peaches smelled so enticing. She reached out and picked one, saying calmly, "I'm just a mortal. If I have to worry about everything, there are too many things like this in the Six Realms. I'm afraid I'll be depressed to death."

Wen Yuan looked at her without saying a word.

He hoped she would grow up, but now he felt a pang of regret.

That soft and cuddly little dumpling is her.

"Shall I go to the night market with you?"

"OK."

Sisi turned around, and a gust of wind suddenly blew by, causing her veil to fly off as if caught by the wind.

Zhou Qiyan felt his breath stop for a moment. He stood still, his eyes red-rimmed, and Zhang Yu excitedly patted his arm.

"Sir, isn't this the woman?"

From the moment Zhou Qiyan gained self-awareness after birth, he had a recurring dream in which he always followed behind a woman, whom he called "Senior Sister".

They went through a lot together, and in the end, he died.

After he turned ten, he never dreamed of her again.

But in his study, he painted countless portraits of her, in all sorts of expressions; he could never forget what she looked like.

Zhou Qiyan thought it was just his imagination, but he never expected that one day she would actually appear in front of him.

"Let's go."

Wen Yuan reached out and took the peach from her hand. "This peach is sour and astringent. If Sisi wants to eat it, your senior brother will peel a peach for you. I'll peel peaches for you for the rest of my life."

Sisi was somewhat helpless. Just as she was about to speak, a voice suddenly interrupted, "You wish!"

Wen Yuan's expression turned cold. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for my wife!"

Sisi frowned slightly. "Miss Zhang isn't at the banquet; it's just the two of us here."

"Who's looking for Zhang Yuru?"

Zhou Qiyan's eyes were red, and his fists were clenched, as if he was suppressing his emotions. "I'm looking for you!"

Sisi, "..."

"Are you looking for death?"

Wen Yuan lost his temper for the first time, "She is now my fiancée, Zhou Qiyan. You were the one who pushed her away. What do you take her for now?"

"Of course she'll be my wife!"

Without a word, Zhou Qiyan picked her up and strode back. Wen Yuan couldn't suppress his emotions and wanted to hit her, but he stopped when he saw her gaze.

She wouldn't let him hurt him.

"Ayan, put me down right now!"

"I won't let go!"

Zhou Qiyan brazenly carried her around the crowd before having Zhang Yu find a carriage to return to the Zhou residence.

Now the whole of Shengjing knows that Zhou Sange'er has snatched a woman. He deliberately covered her face, so no one could see what she looked like, but everyone was saying that the two of them were about to get married.

Madam Zhou naturally knew who he was carrying, and she was so angry that she almost fainted. She quickly took her leave of the master of the house and rushed to the Zhou residence.

Upon entering the Zhou residence, Zhou Qiyan carried her all the way to the study, placed her on a soft couch, and began frantically searching for her.

Sisi rubbed her lower back and was about to speak when he suddenly placed a stack of portraits in front of her.

“Look.”

Each and every one of them is of her.

Zhou Qiyan was somewhat excited, "I keep dreaming about you, it's you, I'm sure of it."

Sisi moved the paintings away. "So, you brought me back just to see these paintings? Do you know that Xu Qin'er was also at the banquet? What you're doing will hurt her feelings."

I thought you wouldn't show up.

Zhou Qiyan lowered his eyes, "I don't like Xu Qin'er, but my mother made me get married, so I did. But I like you. I've dreamed of you for so many years."

I've always liked you, but I thought you were just my imagination. I believed there couldn't be a woman as perfect as you in this world, which is why I was indifferent to marriage.

Sisi watched him speak quietly, and only said after he finished, "But I've already promised myself to the Wen family."