"Uncle, to show your determination and loyalty, let's get married," Shi Aiqiao winked at him, "Invite your colleagues from work to the banquet, and let everyone know you're married."
Before Qiao Zhiyun had a chance to speak, he heard Fu Wan say, "No need. At our age, why get married? If I marry you just because this happened, people who don't know any better might think I'm desperately afraid of losing you."
Qiao Zhiyun frowned at Shi Aiqiao.
Shi Aiqiao pursed her lips, also feeling awkward.
"Aunt, what do you think then?" Shi Aiqiao asked cautiously.
Fu Wan glanced at her hands, with slender and pale fingers that could be mistaken for a young woman in her early twenties.
"I don't think much of it." Fu Wan patted Shi Aiqiao, "Qiaoqiao, I'm heading off first."
"Auntie!"
Fu Wan had already entered the elevator.
Shi Aiqiao knitted her brows and looked back at Qiao Zhiyun, "Uncle, aren't you going to chase after her?"
