At the sight of this, Zhao Qijun and the others merely smirked, raising their brows without saying a word.
Li Rongxiu wanted to throw a grand birthday banquet for his cousin Li Rongmei, so he naturally had to discuss the decision with the family. The Li family men were indifferent, while the two ladies, Zhuang Meiru and Mo Wanrou, wholeheartedly approved. Given how sick they were of the Shen and Chi families, they would rather host a birthday banquet for their niece than attend Shen Manyao and Chi Junrui's wedding.
When the news reached the second branch back home, Aunt Li Bingyue was beside herself with joy. In her eyes, such a lavishly prepared birthday banquet for Li Rongmei's first public appearance in Wancheng would also mean a clearer and broader path toward marriage. Thus, she highly praised Li Rongxiu over the phone, then eagerly told him that she and her husband, Sun Huo, would definitely come on the day of the banquet.
The rest had little to do with Li Rongxiu. As Li Rongmei's elder, Zhuang Meiru naturally could not let an outsider of the same generation like Zhao Qijun take responsibility for organizing the banquet, so she stepped forward without hesitation. Zhao Qijun had only said that to support Li Rongxiu. Seeing Zhuang Meiru take everything upon herself, he did not mind at all. He had never even met Li Rongmei, much less had any interest in currying favor with a woman two or three years older than him.
Time flew by like shifting sand, and before long, October 6 arrived.
It was the National Day holiday, and everyone had gone mad with traveling and shopping, making traffic from downtown to the coast even more congested. Still, by a little after eleven in the morning, the classmates invited