The Fu Family's old house was filled with jubilation.
Though it was just an engagement, for such a prestigious family, it was more grand than a formal wedding banquet of ordinary folks.
Invitations were scattered on the wooden table in the living room, with some having been sent out a few days ago. The remaining ones were for local guests in Beicheng, and could be delivered at any time.
Fu Feibai, who was rarely seen, was summoned back by the old master, and even Fu Yunhan, who had previously committed a grave mistake and sent to the military for reflection, had returned.
The Fu Family hadn't held a joyful event in years, so the atmosphere was naturally unprecedentedly lively.
Fu Jianfang held a peeled orange in her hand, casually flipping through the engraved gold invitations on the table, and nitpicked, "The old man's taste is so tacky. Must it be so gaudy?"
No one dared to respond to her remark.
