As they reached the end of the stairs, Yan Nanmo suddenly stopped and looked at the various faces below. He smiled lightly, with confidence and scholarly elegance, "Thank you all for attending my wife's birthday party. This is the first time we've hosted such an event, so please forgive us for any shortcomings." He gestured, and a waiter dressed in uniform came over with a tray.
Yan Nanmo took two glasses of red wine from the tray and offered one to Zhuang Xiyue beside him, turning to her with a smile, "As hosts, let us drink first as a sign of respect."
Zhuang Xiyue elegantly smiled as she raised her glass of red wine, clinked it against Yan Nanmo's, and finished it in one gulp.
Someone from below raised their glass, "Happy birthday to Lady Yan, may you and Mr. Yan grow old together."
Zhuang Xiyue nodded to that person, "Thank you."
"Happy birthday, Lady Yan..."
