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Seeing that neither their dad nor younger brother seemed to be joking, the Su Family brothers exchanged a glance and finally headed upstairs.
At this time, a servant brought in an official's armchair.
Sitting on the armchair with her back straight, Mianmian's round eyes looked over each of her grandnephews and grandnieces who had come up. She was initially quite happy, but when she saw her great-nephew Chenjin's face from up close, she couldn't help frowning.
Something seemed wrong about the great-nephew's physiognomy; there was a problem with his fate line.
Pressing her small hand against her forehead, Mianmian muttered softly, "Heavenly Eye, open!"
This was a skill her mother had taught her. As long as she opened the third eye on her forehead, she would be able to see things more clearly that were not visible to her normal eyes.
Indeed, once the Heavenly Eye opened, Mianmian clearly saw a black line on Chenjin's body extending to a woman downstairs.
Strangely enough, the black line connected the marital fates of the two people.
Mianmian looked at the great-nephew and his wife, and there was a red string between them. That was the red string of fate from the Matchmaking God, very clear and red without any hint of a bad aura.
"Great-nephew, come here for a moment," she called.
Chenjin didn't expect to be summoned by Little Auntie first.
He walked over with his long legs, knelt down by her side proactively, and kowtowed, "Little Auntie, hello. The junior, Chenjin, pays his respects."
Mianmian seized the opportunity to pat Chenjin's head and whispered, "Good boy, great-nephew, don't be scared."
Chenjin: Scared of what?
The very next moment, he saw Little Auntie take out a mini wooden sword from her small bag.
Everyone else at the ceremony was also stunned. Why was the Su Family's junior but high-ranking aunt playing with toys at a recognition ceremony?
Under everyone's puzzled eyes, Mianmian grabbed the black marital string, pulled it in front of her, and cut it with the wooden sword in her hand.
This act appeared to the guests as nothing more than a child's playful swordplay. After all, who would imagine a three-year-old little girl having the ability to drive away evil spirits?
Lin Rou also thought it was just childish playfulness.
After making sure the black line was cut, Mianmian stretched out her little hand again to pat Chenjin's head, "Good boy, great-nephew, Mianmian has removed the bad thing for you."
Then she handed him a piece of ginseng root.
Chenjin knelt on the ground, his brow furrowed.
When the peach wood sword swung down, he felt his body suddenly lighten. Now, he was troubled by the strange new memories in his mind.
What was going on? Why did he take Lin Rou as his girlfriend?
Being the current person in charge of the Su Family conglomerate, Chenjin sensed something was amiss but didn't overreact. He quickly adjusted his attitude, "Thank you for the gift, Little Auntie."
Then he moved over to where Su Chenfei and Elder Su were standing, swiftly casting a discreet glance at Lin Rou.
The other brothers, seeing the eldest had finished his kowtow, lined up to kneel before Mianmian, "Little Auntie, hello. The juniors pay their respects."
Mianmian initially wanted to tell her great-nephew about the issue with him, but being a three-year-old with limited attention, upon seeing her other grandnephews and grandnieces kneeling before her, she entirely forgot about the black string issue.
She smilingly handed out the excess ginseng roots, "Good grandsons, here are gifts for our meeting."
The grown men who had just kowtowed were taken aback, completely unprepared to receive gifts from Little Auntie. But an elder's gift could not be declined, and they respectfully stepped forward to receive a piece of... grass from Little Auntie's chubby little hands?
"Thank you, Little Auntie."
Elder Su, unconcerned with what his sons were thinking and prepared for this moment, took the strands of root from each of their hands one by one and collected them in a brocade box, "I will keep these safe for you."
It was just like when parents saved New Year's money for their children during their younger years.
Thus, the Su brothers had barely had time to examine the gift from Little Auntie before their hands were emptied.
"Please excuse the entertainment, my auntie is young, but of high birth order. If I do not affirm her status, I fear that there might be those who would still bully her despite not having their eyes in the right place," said Elder Su after he finished collecting the ginseng roots, gesturing grandly, "The hour is also nearly upon us, and I thank you all for attending this old man's birthday feast. Let's start the banquet."
The Su Family, being wealthy, conducted their banquet just so: when it was time to dine, they dined. They did not flaunt the guests' gifts openly, thus sparing everyone any discomfort.
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So a group of people on good terms with the Su Family all rushed to congratulate Elder Su on the double happiness that had come to his door. Not a single short-sighted person dared to ask where Mianmian came from.
With the banquet underway, seats naturally had to be arranged according to the hierarchy of generations.
As the senior most in generation, Mianmian was the only one with such an elder status present, so she got the seat of honor among the old grandpas and grandmas.
But there was something odd about this seat of honor—why did it trap someone in it?
The rustic Mianmian, fresh from the mountains, had no idea she was sitting in a child's chair; she just wriggled her little bottom, feeling quite uncomfortable.
Surrounded by old men and women of the same generation as Elder Su, they all chuckled, their teeth and eyes barely showing as they followed Elder Su in calling her auntie.
Mianmian, being quite polite, waved her little hands and nodded her little head, perfectly playing the part of an elder with her response, "Alright, alright, my dears."
Then, she patiently waited for someone to announce the start of the meal, just as usual.
But as the waiting stretched on, not a single person started to eat; everyone was staring at her.
It was only then that Mianmian remembered—the elder most in generation was supposed to start eating first before others could begin! And who was the senior most at the table now? Of course, it was Mianmian!
With this realization, her little hand reached for the communal chopsticks on the table. She picked up the dish closest to her, stretched out her little hand imitating the old family elders, and said, "Go ahead, please have some, everyone!"
Old Lady Su smiled with her lips pursed, almost melted by the sight of the child of high seniority stuck in a toddler's chair.
It was clear from that deliberately imitated adult voice that Little Auntie had played house quite a bit back home.
Old Lady Su glanced at the Maid beside her; understanding the signal, the Maid took the communal chopsticks and began serving food to Mianmian.
Starving Mianmian, although wanting to serve herself, found it hard to reach because the chair for children trapped her small body so tightly; hence she had no choice but to accept the Maid's feeding, bite by bite.
Old Lady Su, worried about Mianmian, also helped to serve her some dishes.
The other guests found the sight novel, and for a while, no one else picked up their chopsticks.
With their generation, children were scarcely seen at the table. Now, not only was there a Little Bun at the table, but the Little Bun's eating manner was also incredibly adorable.
That little face, puffing up like a hamster's.
Mianmian, when in Rome, stretched out her little hand, "I want that one, thank you!!"
"I want this one, yes, thank you."
"I would also like to have that one!"
In the meantime, she did not forget to urge the younger ones, "You all eat, don't just watch Mianmian, this, that, they are all delicious."
While she was enjoying her meal, over there, Lin Rou pulled Su Chenjin to one side, her voice filled with a grievance as she inquired, "Chenjin, are your parents dissatisfied with me? Why haven't they mentioned the engagement?"
Su Chenjin gazed deeply at Lin Rou, his voice gentle as he said, "Rou Rou, just wait a bit, I'll ask my father after the party if there are any other arrangements."
Lin Rou frowned.
She had already boasted about the engagement to a crowd of girlfriends earlier today.
Su Chenjin was the decision-maker of the Su Family, and all the wealth of the Su Family was practically in his hands alone. Her engagement to Su Chenjin had made all her girlfriends envious and jealous.
Now, failing to secure the engagement, wouldn't she become a joke within her social circle? And it wasn't just limited to her social circle; in fact, the guests already seemed to be laughing at her.
Not far away, a few women frequently glanced at her with a mocking expression.
Lin Rou lowered her gaze to hide the shadows in her eyes, sadly asking Su Chenjin, "Chenjin, is it really not possible to have the engagement today?"
Su Chenjin was silent for a long moment before soothing her with a warm voice, "Rou Rou, I want to give you the most perfect wedding. And that requires my parents' blessing. Just wait, I will resolve this, but not right now."
The handsome man's magnetic voice carried an assertiveness when he spoke these words.
Lin Rou nearly ground her molars to dust.
Delay could lead to trouble; she had the feeling that if they didn't get engaged today, endless troubles would follow.
She angrily touched the red jade bracelet in her hand, thinking to herself: Chenjin, you're forcing my hand.