Not only was Jinhua mesmerized, but even Lady Lin couldn't help but adore it, wishing she could take it and try it on her head.
Nowadays, Wang Yongzhu certainly wouldn't fail to reciprocate Fourth Brother's generosity and reached out with a smiling face to take the silk flower.
However, Wang Yongping's usually hearty face showed a hint of hesitation, and after hemming and hawing for a long while, he managed to squeeze out, "Little sister, you can pick one of the flowers, but I'll take the other one to Jinzhi."
At first, Wang Yongzhu didn't understand and was stunned for a second, but seeing Wang Yongping, a grown man, blushing and embarrassed, she realized that Jinzhi must be the future bride Fourth Brother was engaged to.
She certainly couldn't choose first. Otherwise, if word got back to the future sister-in-law, wouldn't it seem like she, as a younger sister-in-law, was tactless? Hatred had already been drawn in large amounts; it would be best to minimize it where possible.
