"Sheng, this arranged marriage is just ridiculous. We can simply ignore it. I've never even met Lin Bu Jing. It was all my grandfather's nonsensical idea. Don't worry about it," Tang Bai Wei gently said, holding onto Le Congsheng's large hand.
"That's not acceptable. How can we just ignore it? Your parents already exchanged the marriage letters," Le Congsheng said earnestly, looking into Tang Baiwei's eyes. "I must marry you in style, with a grand procession!"
Feeling the determination of the man she loved, Tang Baiwei was moved and hugged Le Congsheng's arm, nestling close to him.
It was already night, and the Hundred Joy Restaurant they had opened was nearly closed, with only eight large, red lanterns shining brightly.
Ever since Hong Yuan gave him some pointers, Le Congsheng had cleaned up the back kitchen of the Hundred Joy Restaurant, and business had started to thrive, becoming busier by the day.
