The attendant went off to run the errand as instructed.
Gong Shaoci composed himself, then walked over at an unhurried pace. Reaching the Miao Household's seats, he called out, "Miss Miao."
Miao Yilan turned at his voice. Seeing him, she grew a little shy and hurriedly stood to return his greeting. "Young Master Gong."
Lan Qiaoyan turned to look, her eyes instantly crinkling with a smile. She stood to greet him too. "Shaoci, you're here."
Gong Shaoci bowed respectfully. "Uncle, Aunt."
Miao Dingyi remained seated. He turned his head to size him up and gave a slight nod, his face betraying neither pleasure nor displeasure.
Gong Shaoci felt a little pressure, but not enough to make him uncomfortable. His family background was stronger than the Miao Household's, after all, and he had seen plenty of important people coming and going at home.
The two young people then exchanged some rather childish pleasantries, making Lan Qiaoyan stifle a laugh. She was satisfied with this prospective son-in-law in every respect, and she could tell that Gong Shaoci cared about her daughter. It was plain in his eyes.
To Lan Qiaoyan, that was very good.
Gong Shaoci had indeed fallen for Miao Yilan at first sight. When the matchmaker first tried to bring them together, he had been quite dismissive, but his family had suggested that he come meet her. He had only come to go through the motions.
The moment he saw Miao Yilan, he knew the person he was destined to spend his life with had arrived.
It was not that Miao Yilan possessed beauty capable of toppling kingdoms and cities. With his family background, he had seen women of every kind of dazzling beauty.
Getting to know her only made his heart stir more. Miao Yilan had none of the