Qiao Mu looked at the man kneeling before her. For a long while, she offered not a single word, and the expression on her face barely changed.

Not only was Feng Jiang growing anxious, but even Feng Jiu’er and the others watching were starting to grow anxious too.

Looking at Xiao Yingtao, Duan Liuyang, Yue Qinchun, and Qingqing, Qiao Mu really was different from ordinary girls.

Everyone watching was moved to teary eyes, yet Qiao Mu could remain utterly expressionless.

“Bang”—another burst of fireworks bloomed in the sky.

That was Yang Sheng, anxious, poking his head out and signaling for Xing Zizhou below to set them off.

After the fireworks, Feng Jiang cleared his throat lightly and spoke again: “Qiao Mu, marry me! For the rest of my life, I will surely make you happy!”

“Please, give me one more chance!”

He set the vivid bundle of flowers down on the ground and took a ring out of the box—a ring forged of gold.

“Jiu’er said this is called a ring. She forged it herself.”

“There wasn’t much time, so it’s not very pretty—please don’t mind that!”

Feng Jiu’er’s light, airy voice carried a note of petulance.

Feng Jiang glanced at Feng Jiu’er, then returned his gaze to Qiao Mu.

“Jiu’er said this is a matched pair, one of a kind, symbolizing one lifetime, one pair.”

Feng Jiang took out the smaller of the two rings and looked at Qiao Mu.

“Qiao Mu, will you wear this ring?”

“Say yes to him!”

Xiao Yingtao could no longer hold back, her voice already choked with tears.

“Say yes to him!”

After her words, everyone else began cheering along.

Whether they knew the couple or not, in this warm, emotional moment, everyone wanted to offer their blessing.

Besides, the pair before them made a striking match—the man unrivaled in his handsome bearing, the woman beautiful and spirited; together, they looked like an immortal couple.

“Say yes! Say yes to him!”

The ten children raised their flowers high and shouted along as well.

Qiao Mu was moved after all, her eyes reddening in an instant.

“Get up, and we’ll talk.”

She said quietly.

Feng Jiang didn’t hesitate for even a moment—he stood right up.

“From now on, big matters or small, my wife has the final say.”

After that cheerful remark, he carefully took her small hand, saying gently, “Wife, I’ll take that as a yes.”

He couldn’t quite wait, gently pinching her ring finger, his hands trembling with nervousness.

This clumsy gesture of Feng Jiang’s instead put Qiao Mu at ease.

What on earth had Feng Jiu’er taught him all this for?

No matter what, he could only ever belong to her, and her alone! Qiao Mu waited for quite a while, and everyone around waited along with her, before Feng Jiang finally managed to slip the ring securely onto Qiao Mu’s finger.

Qiao Mu snatched the box from his hand and took out the ring inside.

“Is there a rule about which finger it goes on?”

Qiao Mu asked flatly.

“It goes…” Feng Jiang was so happy he mixed up left and right for a moment. Finally he held out his left hand, offering his ring finger.

“This one, this finger.”

Qiao Mu glanced at his palm, then picked it up somewhat roughly.

Watching her actions, Feng Jiang was so moved he could barely speak.

“Jiu’er said… you put it on me, and after this, I’m… your man, and you have to… take responsibility for me.”

Such an adorable man—those who already envied Qiao Mu now envied her even more.

“Remember this well! From now on, big matters or small, I have the final say!”

Qiao Mu slid the ring onto the man’s ring finger.

“Did you hear that clearly?”

Her temper flared, and her voice rose a little.

“I heard it clearly.”

Feng Jiang pressed his lips together and nodded, then reached out his long arms and pulled the puffed-cheeked woman into his embrace.

It had been so many days—he could always see her, yet couldn’t even touch her. It had truly been suffocating.

“Break it up, break it up.”

Feng Jiu’er, worried this wasn’t suitable for the children present, hurried forward.

Xiao Yingtao and Yue Qinchun followed along as well.

The several women gathered up the group of child extras and led them away.

Feng Jiang lowered his eyes to look at the little wife in his arms and had no intention of caring whether there were still many people around.

He was happy, and he didn’t mind the whole world knowing he’d found his happiness.

Just as Feng Jiang lowered his head, Qiao Mu pushed him back with her small hand, stopping him.

“I’m hungry. I want to eat.”

With so many people watching, this man had gone mad! Qiao Mu took the chance to slip out of Feng Jiang’s embrace and returned to her seat.

Seeing this, Yang Sheng immediately turned and left.

Feng Jiang smiled, entirely unbothered by the eyes around them, pulled a chair over, and sat down right beside Qiao Mu.

“Wife, since you’ve agreed to marry me, why don’t we make today our wedding day?”

“Not a chance.”

Qiao Mu thought of how he had vanished on their previous wedding day, and the urge to beat him to death welled up in her again.

Moreover, she didn’t want anyone bringing this up again—she always felt that if it were mentioned once more, he might vanish again without a trace, just as before.

Having gone through it once, Qiao Mu felt she couldn’t bear to go through it a second time.

Feng Jiang’s handsome, thick brows furrowed, his gaze still fixed on his little wife.

“Wife, don’t be angry!”

He reached out and took her hand.

Qiao Mu shot him a look, pulled her hand back, and scooted her chair away.

“I told you, I’m hungry!”

“Here it comes.”

Yang Sheng arrived right on time.

Behind him followed the waiter carrying dishes.

“Besides the dishes from before, I added a few more. Since it’s the meal for your engagement, you two have to eat well.”

Yang Sheng was quite pleased too. Even though he’d once harbored a small bit of hope regarding Qiao Mu, after learning about her and Feng Jiang, he’d let it go. As long as Qiao Mu was happy, he was willing to help with anything within his power.

“Who’s getting engaged?”

Qiao Mu said dismissively.

Feng Jiu’er had finished seeing off the children and Xiao Yingtao and the others, and came back.

“Besides you, who else?”

Feng Jiu’er walked over, all smiles.

“Shopkeeper, bring us a few more chairs and a few more dishes—we’ll all eat together.”

“Congratulations, Little Jiang, congratulations, Qiao Mu.”

Xiao Yingtao looked at the two of them and clasped her hands in a congratulatory gesture.

“Congratulations, Little Jiang, congratulations, Qiao Mu.”

Yue Qinchun, Duan Liuyang, Leng Xuepiao, Qingqing, and Xiao Tian all came to offer their congratulations as well.

The waiter and Yang Sheng, one on each side, brought chairs for the ladies.

Yang Sheng ordered a few more dishes, then went downstairs together with the waiter.

“Qiao Mu, it’s a good thing you said yes.”

Xiao Yingtao held out her ten fingers and pouted.

“To get all this ready for you, look at my hands—I can’t even wash it off.”

“Look at Qinchun too.”

Xiao Yingtao glanced at Yue Qinchun. “Her hand got pricked by the rose thorns.”

“That’s right.” Qingqing nodded as well. “It took us forever to find that many flowers.”

“But still, Qiao Mu, I really am happy for you.”

“That’s the most beautiful proposal scene I’ve ever seen.”

Yue Qinchun pressed her hands to her lips, still moved even now.

“Next time it’s Yinan’s turn to propose to you, we can help out.”

Xiao Yingtao picked up the tea beside her and took a sip.

“Today was truly exhausting, but it was worth it.”

“Jiu’er.”

She patted the shoulder of the person beside her. “You really are our leader, no doubt about it.”

“To think up such a touching scene like this.”