The guests arrived one after another, and Mu Yan went with Jiang Jingheng to greet Jiang Wenhao and Liu Xiangqing.

In early March, it was still a bit cold outdoors. Liu Xiangqing was wearing a blue-green off-shoulder long dress, her hair pinned up at the back, her face full of smiles. Walking on the lawn, she looked as pretty as a floral fairy.

Jiang Wenhao was sitting in a wheelchair in a suit, his handsome face gentle, with a faint smile on his face, being pushed in by her.

The two were well-known in the upper-class circles as a talented and beautiful couple, a match made in heaven, at least until Jiang Wenhao’s car accident.

Ever since his accident, he lost his position as the heir and stayed reclusive, the outside world paid less attention to him, and some even thought he was no longer alive.

Now seeing him crippled, people’s hearts were filled with sighs, but their faces showed sincere blessings.

An engagement ceremony is not as grand as a wedding. After exchanging engagement rings, the soon-to-be married couple went to visit the elders and receive blessings.

Mu Yan stood to the side, her gaze following Liu Xiangqing and Jiang Wenhao. Seeing how they got along, she could feel a kind of tranquility settled over the years, which inevitably filled her with a bit of envy.

Jiang Jingheng stood by her side, paying attention to the situation with Jiang Wenhao, but his true focus was on her.

Seeing her seemingly sighing, seemingly envious, he said, "Let’s make up the engagement ceremony."

Mu Yan was taken aback, looked at him in surprise, "Why?"

"I owe you an engagement ceremony."

Mu Yan chuckled lightly, "I don’t care about these things."

"But I care," Jiang Jingheng said softly, afraid she would be unhappy or feel that he wasn’t good to her.

Talking about the ring incident, at the time he thought it was simple. Between him and her, there was no need for so-called agreements. He knew himself, once he decided on her, he wouldn’t let go.

And a ring can be worn or taken off.

A ring cannot bind marriage, nor can it grant him love.

But he forgot that she cared.

Mu Yan pouted, "You owe me more than just this."

"Hmm?" Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow.

Mu Yan pouted, "Nothing."

She didn’t really care about the engagement ceremony. After all, he hadn’t even proposed marriage to her, not even taking the step to official girlfriend.

Considering they’d been married for so long, bringing it up now seemed a bit pretentious.

Suddenly, she felt her hand enveloped by a warm pair of hands and turned her head to see him smiling at her.

Actually, this was quite good.

Before long, Jiang Wenhua and Liu Xiangqing turned towards them.

Jiang Jingheng took a glass of juice from a waiter for Mu Yan and a glass of red wine for himself.

"Congratulations," he said to Jiang Wenhua and Liu Xiangqing.

"Thank you."

Jiang Wenhua and Liu Xiangqing exchanged a smile and drank.

Jiang Jingheng suddenly asked, "When is the wedding for big brother and sister-in-law scheduled?"

"Since when do you care about such things?" Liu Xiangqing looked at him with a strange expression.

The last time she asked him to pass on the news of their engagement to Mu Yan, he forgot.

Jiang Jingheng said in a quiet voice, "After brother holds the wedding, I can have mine with Mu Yan."

"I knew it was like that," Liu Xiangqing laughed, looking at Mu Yan with full sympathy, "It’s not easy for you, bringing this heartless man home; he must have made you suffer a lot, right?"

Mu Yan smiled slightly, "No suffering, he’s very good to me."

Liu Xiangqing looked at their interlocked hands, even after two years of marriage, still as inseparable as glued together.

She said, "You guys have fun, we’re off to toast the elders."

"Mm."

Liu Xiangqing pushed Jiang Wenhua forward, but suddenly Jiang Wenhua’s body tilted, and he fell to the ground.

Liu Xiangqing and the others’ expressions changed dramatically, "Wenhao!"

"Big brother!"