A year and a half later.
A bouquet of vibrant roses, flown in that morning, sat beside Yan Xianjue's hand. Zhou Ye, dressed in a suit, kept muttering in his ear.
Yan Xianjue shot Zhou Ye a glance and said disdainfully, "Stop pacing. You're giving me a headache."
Zhou Ye dropped down beside him. "Hey, Brother Yan, today's your proposal. Aren't you even a little nervous?"
The look in Yan Xianjue's eyes became even more disdainful. "What would I be nervous about? That Lili might reject me?"
Zhou Ye choked.
With backgrounds and families like theirs, even if a couple truly broke up and fell out, they would not embarrass each other in public.
Proposals and engagements were more like formalities, ceremonies put on for others to see.
Privately, the two families would have settled everything long ago. That was the norm for marriages in their circle.
But Shen Fangli and Yan Xianjue were a little different.
Zhou Ye had seen all kinds of business marriages since he was young, and he had also seen countless people flocking to his second uncle's side. He could not help having some expectations for their marriage.
Yan Xianjue did not understand. What was Zhou Ye getting so excited about over his proposal to Shen Fangli?
But after Zhou Ye asked him, "Hypothetically, if you and Shen Fangli break up someday, who would I be assigned to?" Yan Xianjue gave up trying to communicate with him.
Today, Lin Shi had traded his usual funeral-like black suit for a light gray twill suit, which softened the distant, unapproachable air around him.
Yet he still wore that habitual half-smile, making people feel inexplicably mocked.
After hearing Yan Xianjue's words, he casually added, "Not necessarily. Shen Fangli is a big star now, after all."
Lin Shi's tone