Zhao Shengkai and Chen Xiaoying's arrival did not interrupt the newlyweds' rounds of toasts.
Chen Xiaoying cleared her throat, wearing a carefully rehearsed smile, her voice neither too loud nor too soft.
"Liu Xinyu."
Liu Xinyu ignored her.
All his attention was on Mr. An, with a touch of the respect a student showed a teacher.
His glass had not yet been accepted. How could he turn around?
Mr. An did not look at Chen Xiaoying and Zhao Shengkai, who had suddenly appeared. He extended both hands and naturally accepted the glasses Liu Xinyu and Yang Qingyu offered at the same time.
He gently clinked the two glasses in his hands together.
A clear clink rang out.
"May you grow old together."
With that, he drank both glasses in succession.
Unwilling to give up, Chen Xiaoying called out again.
"Liu Xinyu, we..."
This time, Liu Xinyu turned and glanced at them, a smile on his face.
"Here, let me introduce you." He turned sideways, gesturing toward An Peiwen. "This is a good brother of mine, the founder of the Anyang Group, Mr. An Peiwen."
An Peiwen smiled and nodded to them.
Liu Xinyu turned back to An Peiwen. "Brother Peiwen, these are my classmates from Jiang University. This is Chen Xiaoying, and this is her fiancé, Zhao Shengkai."
Finally, he patted Wang Xiaoliang on the shoulder.
"This is my buddy, Wang Xiaoliang. And this is his fiancée, Wei Zijin, who's also my classmate."
Wang Xiaoliang smiled and gave An Peiwen a slight bow. He felt that since Liu Xinyu respected Mr. An so much,
as Liu Xinyu's brother, he should follow his lead.
Classmates. Buddy.
A single word made the difference in closeness clear.
Chen Xiaoying clearly had not noticed this detail, or rather, she did not care at all.