The sincerity from the Marquis Zhongyong Mansion was apparent, and Mr. Shen was deeply worried this prized fish might slip away, so he posed no difficulties.
He kept calling out "dear son-in-law" with every breath.
The progress thereafter was exceptionally smooth.
Bundles of red silk-wrapped betrothal gifts were piled up in a courtyard, and the matchmaker read aloud from the list word by word, while the Shen Family took inventory.
Yu Tingwan shuffled over to sit beside Wei Zhao.
She poked him with her fingertip.
Wei Zhao, seated in a wheelchair and thinking she had something to say, looked at her warmly: "Hmm?"
Yu Tingwan: "If you were a girl..."
Wei Zhao: ?
He raised an eyebrow: "Then these betrothal gifts wouldn't be enough; I would demand more."
"If you didn't give it, it would show you didn't care enough. So you must try harder."
Yu Tingwan: ???
In the past, Wei Zhao might have hesitated a bit.
Languidly telling her not to harbor such groundless thoughts.
