People from City B are coming.
Su Ruanruan had hope in her heart, and she was becoming increasingly radiant.
Today was the day the Huo Family's young master held his first birthday grab.
At dusk, He Jitang came to the courtyard early.
In Yangcheng's upper classes, men wear long gowns for important occasions, and He Jitang naturally followed local customs with fondness.
He knocked and entered.
Su Ruanruan had already changed her clothes.
Her cheongsam, with a dark base, had a diagonally cut collar adorned with fine South Sea pearls the size of rice grains, quite chic.
She had also loosely tied her hair into a bun.
She exuded femininity.
He Jitang joked with her: "You almost look like a wife."
Su Ruanruan was very indifferent, standing up she lightly said: "Bao Jingyan and I are missing a marriage certificate; I'm not yet a wife."
A knife seemed to stab He Jitang's heart.
But he didn't want to spoil the mood and didn't make a scene.
