Yan Qing's wedding will be held in half a month.
According to local customs, the bride and groom are not allowed to see each other the night before the wedding.
Therefore, Yan Qing returned home early.
Now the whole story has long gone against the previous "script".
Immersed in happiness, she stood in front of the dressing mirror, staring at herself in the mirror, which felt both familiar and unfamiliar.
"How come it happened so quickly? I always feel like I just met Beiting yesterday."
Yan Qing turned around and spoke to Song Xuening who was sitting behind him.
Hearing this, she nodded, recalling how she had helped them in Country D and had a date under Yan's father's nose, as if it had just happened.
"But, since you're all getting married, isn't it time to put having a baby on the agenda?"
Song Xue Ning blinked and suggested.
What she said was exactly the same as the content of Huo Zhen's "imperial edict" that Huo Yuanlu conveyed to Sister Yao's shop that day. Yan Qing could tell with just a thought that these words must have been told to her by Yan's father through Song Xuening.
Yan Qing laughed dryly twice.
"At my wedding tomorrow, you must pay close attention to which direction I throw the bouquet."
She clumsily changed the subject, and as she spoke, they both looked at the bouquet of flowers on the table.
Unlike the simple rose bouquets in the hands of other brides, the one Yan Qing wanted to use at her wedding was also decorated with small sunflowers and white daisies, making it look particularly rich and romantic.
Song Xue Ning sighed and said sourly, "As expected, the bouquet was arranged by President Huo himself. It's different from other girls' bouquets."
Yan Qing was amused by her. As they were talking, a servant suddenly knocked on the door.
"What's going on?"
Her expression suddenly changed. Song Xue Ning was puzzled at first, but then she thought about it and realized that on the eve of their once-in-a-lifetime wedding, no one wanted anything messy to disturb them.
The servant handed the express box to Yan Qing with a puzzled look on his face. "Someone left it at your door. Your name was written on the box, so I brought it here."
"I see. Put it here."
Yan Qing didn't think much about it, and signaled the servant to come in and put the box on the table.
Song Xue Ning seemed to remember something, raised her hand and grabbed her arm, stopping her from continuing the conversation.
"In novels, the packages you receive on the eve of your wedding are never good things..." Her expression was slightly exaggerated, mostly joking. "Maybe it was sent by your rival."
Of course, she didn't want anything bad to happen to Huo Beiting and his wife, and this was of course a joke.
However, the speaker may not have intended it, but the listener may have taken it to heart. After listening to Song Xuening's mumbling, Yan Qing couldn't help but become suspicious of the express box.
If someone wants to give her a wedding gift, it should be given to her in person. At the very least, if it needs to be sent by express, the courier should come to her door.
The courier box was dropped at the Yan family's doorstep so carelessly...
Yan Qing's eyelids twitched without any warning, which made her even more depressed.
"Love rival? With Huo Beiting's appearance that brings disaster to the country and the people, I can't count all the love rivals in my lifetime."
She pretended not to have any uneasiness and spread her hands, expressing her helplessness.
"Qingqing, you have at least some confidence in me."
Huo Beiting's voice suddenly rang out. Yan Qing was startled and looked around, but she didn't see the man's face.
Is this an illusion?
But Song Xue Ning obviously heard it too.
The two women looked towards the door at the same time and saw Huo Yuanlu standing there with a smile on his face and a cell phone in his hand.
The cell phone in his hand clearly showed that he was talking to Huo Beiting.
"Mr. Huo, you scared me to death. I thought it was some supernatural event." Song Xue Ning curled her lips and couldn't help complaining.
Huo Yuanlu raised the corners of his lips, his eyes narrowed into a line with a smile: "Just bear with it, I'm an envoy sent by my brother."
He said, taking his phone and going into the house.
Seeing that Yan Qing didn't say anything, Huo Yuanlu sat down next to them.
"Qingqing, I'm so excited that I can't sleep. Yuanlu doesn't have anything to do, so I came up with this idea."
Huo Beiting explained on the phone.
Influenced by Huo Zhen, he also cared very much about the old rules passed down by his ancestors. What's more, he was also respecting the request of his father-in-law, Mr. Yan.
Yan Qing couldn't hide the joy on her face, but with Song Xue Ning and her future brother-in-law present, she just said "hmm" politely.
"No, Mr. Xiaoyan, you are too cold. The groom will be sad."
Song Xue Ning's funny side was fully exposed. She pinched Yan Qing's arm and urged her to say a few nice words to Huo Beiting.
"Sister-in-law, when I get married, I can't think of a way to meet the bride in advance."
Huo Yuanlu was also instigating them, and the two of them enjoyed watching the fun without any hesitation.
Seeing how they wouldn't let her go, Yan Qing felt like teasing them a bit. She moved her lips up and down a few times before saying, "You two are so in tune with each other, and you're both single. Do you need me to bring you two together?"
Song Xue Ning, the "royal sister", has seen the world and experienced many ups and downs. She grinned.
"I don't need you to help me find a boyfriend. Sister Yao has already promised to introduce me to a boyfriend..."
After saying that, she smiled somewhat smugly, and the two small dimples on her face made her look particularly cute.
Yan Qing thought that her joke didn't tease anyone, but when she turned her gaze to Huo Yuanlu, she was surprised to find that his face had turned red.
"Huh? Yuanlu? What's wrong with your face?"
For a moment, she didn't react and blurted out a few questions.
Huo Yuanlu opened and closed his mouth several times, but no sound came out. Helplessly, he waved at her.
Why didn’t he think that this woman named Song Xue Ning was so pretty before?
Or maybe it should be described as cute...
During the few seconds of being stunned, Huo Yuanlu's brain was spinning rapidly, recalling what he had heard about Song Xue Ning. This girl seemed to be a top student assistant in Yan's father's company.
"Why are you looking at me? Are you in love with me?"
Song Xue Ning didn't think anything of it at first, but suddenly she felt embarrassed by Huo Yuanlu's slightly fiery gaze, so she reached out and pushed him twice.
Huo Yuanlu looks tall and thin, but he is the typical "thin when dressed, muscular when undressed" type.
Song Xue Ning reached out her hand to push him, but he dodged, and the little hand accidentally pressed on his chest muscle.
Her face also turned red.
Don’t say…
It feels nice to touch...
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