Cheng Yu approached Fu Xiaotang, looking at her lowered head, sighed, and softly said, “Xiaotang, I just heard what you said. It seems you’re not as bothered by the past anymore. So, could you give me a chance?” Fu Xiaotang looked up at Cheng Yu, whose eyes were clear and bright, filled with a mix of pleading and expectation, softening her heart. “Cheng Yu, didn’t we clear things up that day?” Cheng Yu, almost involuntarily, reached for Fu Xiaotang’s hand, but stopped mid-motion, smiling self-deprecatingly, “I know, but what I mean is, can we try being friends, like you and Ji Shan? You don’t know how much I envy him.” Fu Xiaotang furrowed her brows, deeply hesitant. Their past intimacy and misdeeds made the idea of being friends awkward. She wanted to shake her head firmly, but seeing Cheng Yu, usually so domineering, now looking at her like a child eager for candy, she couldn’t bring herself to say “no.”
Just as Fu Xiaotang was navigating through the crowd, she suddenly heard a commotion on the high platform. It turned out that the auspicious time had arrived, and the newlyweds were about to make their appearance. Fu Xiaotang let out a slight sigh of relief, but then felt a firm grip on her shoulder, and before she knew it, she was being embraced into a familiar, broad chest. Feeling reassured, Fu Xiaotang couldn’t help but smile up at him. Without hesitation, Fang Junjie planted a light kiss on her cheek and whispered, “Is everything okay? What did Cheng Yu say?” Fu Xiaotang covered the spot where he had kissed her, giving him a playful glare. He was always so careless about appearances. Looking back, she was relieved to see that Mrs. Song and Xiaoying had been invited onto the stage as relatives, while Cheng Yu had disappeared in an instant. “Nothing much, he just said he wants me to give him a chance, to be ordinary friends!” Fu Xiaotang exclaimed, rolling her eyes at him with a smile.
