"Young Master Yan, I am entrusting our Ying'er to you!" Zhu Zhizhou raised his glass to young Master Yan with a beaming smile.
Young Master Yan clinked glasses with him, tightening his grip on Zhu Qianying's hand. He glanced at her before raising his eyes to Zhu Zhizhou.
"Rest assured, Mr. Zhu. Ying'er is my wife. I will cherish her and I vow to never let her suffer any grievances in the future!"
The words were put across tactfully, but wouldn't anyone from the Zhu family understand the sentiment behind them?
But understanding and acting upon it are two different things.
Zhu Haokang, the second son, raised his glass to Zhu Qianying. "Ying'er, a toast to you from your second brother!"
Zhu Qianying made no protest, clinked glasses with him, and then prepared to drink her juice.
"Ying'er, that's not right. Today is your big day with Young Master Yan. You should be drinking wine, not juice!"
