She just accepted the letter and didn't ask any other questions.

A different emotion flashed across Cen Yue's eyes, but it was fleeting.

"Song Qizhi, there's no need to rush into your marriage with Bowen. Don't make a rash decision."

Cen Yue's voice was gentle, "I've already called his family. Bowen's mother will be here in two days. Do you need me to notify your parents?"

Song Yiyi lowered her eyelashes. After hearing the first sentence, she thought that Cen Yue, as a committee member, would respect her choice fairly and impartially.

After hearing the second half of the sentence, I knew she was overthinking it.

In the original book, the name Cen Yue also appeared when the original body died.

When the original body married Cen Bowen.

All in the name of the elders.

The marriage approval required Cen Yue’s signature. When Cen Bowen submitted the application for the first time, there was no progress for several days.

Everyone in the Cen family initially felt that the original body was not worthy of Cen Bowen.

Cen Yue must have been the same, which was why he was so impatient to call and inform.

"Chief, whether his mother is here or not will not affect my decision."

Song Yiyi frowned unhappily: "Whether or not Cen Bowen and I get married depends on him and me."

She spoke softly, but her tone was more resolute than ever before.

Their eyes met, and Song Yiyi saw a hint of smile in Cen Yue's eyes.

She thought she was seeing things.

I looked for a few more seconds and realized it wasn't there.

Is it a mockery?

Song Yiyi was furious and opened her mouth to explain, but her stomach gave in first.

"Gugugugu..."

My hungry stomach protested.

Song Yiyi: “….”

Before even going into battle, the momentum was already lost.

The corners of Cen Yue's lips curled upwards. He picked up the aluminum lunch boxes on the table, opened them one by one, and pushed them towards Song Yiyi. "Okay, I got it. Haven't you had lunch yet? You're giving the braised pork to someone else after it's ready. Don't you even see if anyone appreciates your kindness?"

Song Yiyi became more and more suspicious about how Cen Yue became the leader.

If he does ideological work in this way, even a harmless person can be driven into trouble.

"Commander, is Cen Bowen your nephew? Aren't you afraid of saying that? I'll break up with Cen Bowen as soon as I leave."

Song Yiyi was talking, but her eyes were wandering around the things lined up in front of her.

The food is still steaming.

The aroma of corn, carrot and pork ribs soup kept coming into my nose.

In addition to the soup, there are two other dishes, steamed pork with rice flour and steamed egg with clams.

People were not well off in those days, and such meals were a treatment only for leaders.

Cen Yue slowly took out the chopsticks and spoon, boiled them in boiling water before handing them to Song Yiyi.

"I couldn't ask for more."

He uttered four words slowly.

I know that people with the surname Cen all have one leg.

When Song Yiyi is hungry, everything else takes a back seat.

She took the chopsticks and spoon and started eating without hesitation.

After taking a sip of the sweet and delicious pork rib soup, my empty stomach instantly felt much more comfortable.

Cen Yue sat opposite her, with a subtle curve at the corner of his lips. The words he said almost made Song Yiyi spit a mouthful of steamed egg on his face.

"Marrying Cen Bowen will make you forget your feelings for your eldest brother?"