Seizing the moment, Fang Junjie stood up, lightly patted Fu Xiaotang’s back, and urged, “Hurry up and change, we’re almost late, quick!” Then, very naturally, he wrapped his arm around her head and planted a firm kiss on her lips, whispering a small threat, “If you keep dawdling, I’ll have to resort to extreme measures!” With a grin, he walked out.
Fu Xiaotang heard the door close, hugged her face, and rolled into the bed, the blush spreading all the way to her ears.
When they arrived at the engagement venue, Fang Junjie and Fu Xiaotang were indeed fashionably late. The pre-ceremony cocktail party had been underway for some time, with guests mingling in groups, their laughter filling the air. As Fang Junjie and Fu Xiaotang entered hand in hand, there was a stir in the crowd, with some whispering and speculating, thinking this perfectly matched, stylish couple might be the stars of the day.
Fang Junjie, with his long strides, led Fu Xiaotang directly to Zhang Rong and Zhang Yindie. “Tenth Brother, Third Sister, sorry we’re late!” Zhang Rong, seeing them walk in together, couldn’t help but laugh, “A’Zun, Xiaotang, you’ve arrived. Looking so stunning, you’re here to steal the show!”
“Sorry, Tenth Brother, Old Frame, we’re late!” Fu Xiaotang greeted while secretly laughing inside, knowing that despite his scholarly demeanor, Zhang Rong still used underworld slang like “stealing the show.” Suddenly noticing Fang Junjie winking at her, she knew he understood her amusement and was warning her not to mock Tenth Brother. Her smile widened, almost out of control.
Volume Two: Dancer, Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Engagement Ceremony (Part One)
Zhang Yindie pulled Fu Xiaotang’s hand and smiled at Fang Junjie, “Young Master, on such an important day, you’re late. What should we do?” Fang Junjie gave Fu Xiaotang a resentful glance, then laughed heartily yet helplessly, “What can I do? Since Third Sister has spoken, I’ll drink three cups as a penalty when we start the banquet.” Fu Xiaotang, ignoring others’ reactions, stared at Fang Junjie in shock, whispering, “Young Master Junjie, do you really know what you’re saying? With your ‘huge capacity’, you’re still going to drink three cups?”
