"Grandpa, may your fortune be as boundless as the eastern sea, and your vitality as enduring as pines and cypresses," Ding Mengxue smiled as she moved through the crowd and approached Old Mr. Fu, presenting him with a gift box in her hands.
Old Mr. Fu opened the box and glanced inside, nodding in satisfaction, "I really like the blue and white porcelain tea set you sent. It's beautiful, very beautiful."
Ding Mengxue wore a gracefully appropriate smile, elegantly stepping back to Jingchen's side as if they were naturally a family.
Hearing some guests quietly comment how well she and Jingchen suited each other, her heart filled with contentment.
She didn't care about standing next to Old Mr. Fu; the only position she cared about was right by Jingchen's side.
"..." Luqiu turned her head to glance at her, detecting the sovereignty Ding Mengxue was proclaiming, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Such childish provocations were completely insignificant in her eyes.