Although Ji Ting had known he would agree, hearing those three words filled his heart with a radiance like sunlight on snow, a joy beyond words.
He solemnly took Ji Yanzhi's hand, but just as he was about to slip the ring onto his finger, an amused laugh sounded above him.
Ji Ting looked up, his face growing warm. "Is the diamond a little too big?"
"A little." The corners of Ji Yanzhi's lips had never lifted so high. "But I love it."
He watched Ji Ting lower his eyes and slide the ring onto his finger, so earnest that every eyelash seemed to be making a promise to their future.
Ji Yanzhi was already utterly enchanted.
The moment the ring was in place, he swept an arm around Ji Ting's waist. "Can the groom-to-be kiss his groom-to-be now?"
Ji Ting's lashes trembled slightly. He tilted his head up and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Naturally, Ji Yanzhi was not satisfied with such a fleeting taste. He was just about to deepen the kiss when Director Chang's soft cough came over the intercom.
"Little Ji, can we come up now? Your grandfather is getting a little impatient."
Only then did Ji Ting remember that the large screen on the first floor showed everything happening upstairs. It had all been broadcast live. He flushed red all the way down to his neck.
"Yes, Uncle Chang."
When everyone came up in the lift, their smiles held not only warm wishes but a hint of suppressed laughter.
Pop! Pop! Shen Mu Lan and Sun Ye set off the party poppers in their hands. Streamers scattered through the air, falling over the two men like snowflakes.
"Congratulations!" Director Chang brought out the gift he had prepared in advance. "Little Ji, Yanzhi, may your