"Dad, Auntie Wan, I've checked—next month on the seventh, that's a really good day." As soon as Pei Yicheng finished speaking, Pei Guozhong shot him a sideways glance and said, "That's way too rushed."
"Not rushed at all. I've got everything that needs preparing all ready."
Pei Yicheng had been getting ready for this day for two years already. Next month on the seventh, that's the five-year anniversary of when he and Nianhua first met.
He wanted to bring her home as his wife on this special day.
"Even if you're ready, you still have to see if the Su Family and Xu Family are willing!" Pei Guozhong cleared his throat and reminded him, "You proposed out of the blue today. Even though they didn't object, getting married in such a rush—definitely not okay."
"Yicheng, let's talk this over properly—why don't you tell us, what exactly did you prepare?" Wan Hongxing smiled, trying to keep things light.
