Shu Ya immediately got goosebumps.
"Speak."
"I wanted to ask, do you have any more sisters?"
"If you do, can you introduce one to me?"
...
Hearing this, Tang Xiaomin couldn't help but get goosebumps and looked at Lin Keke strangely.
Could it be that she was...
"Okay, forget I said anything. Don't overthink it," Lin Keke said.
She then adjusted her strapless dress, her expression more vulgar than ever.
"I don't have a sister, so don't even think about it."
Even if she did, she would never introduce her.
"You don't? What a pity," Lin Keke said with a look of regret.
This scene left everyone speechless.
Just dressing and applying makeup took an entire morning.
During this time, Tang Ye came in a few times. Each time, he would offer a lot of unsolicited commentary and even direct the stylists, simply because the team belonged to his company.
Now that he was a boss, his style was no longer the flashy one from before. He had adopted a more capable and steady look.
At first glance, he truly had the air of a CEO. He had successfully transitioned.
"Xiaomin, why are you staring at me?" Tang Ye finally said, unable to stand Tang Xiaomin's gaze.
Tang Xiaomin snapped back to reality, realizing she had zoned out.
In a daze, it was as if Tang Xu had returned and was standing before her.
"You look quite handsome."
This was the first time Tang Ye had heard Tang Xiaomin compliment him, but he didn't believe she was sincere.
"Alright, come down and let Mom and Dad see. It's almost time, and we need to head to the hotel."
"Okay."
In the living room, with the help of exquisite makeup and luxurious attire, Zhang Meiyu's frailty was masked. She had once again become the elegant and refined wealthy wife she used to be.
Looking at Tang Xiaomin, who was wearing a white wedding dress and looked stunning, Zhang Meiyu's lips curved into a doting smile.
"My daughter, you are indeed the most beautiful. Seeing you, I feel like I'm seeing my younger self again," Zhang Meiyu said with genuine emotion.
Tang Xiaomin's beauty inherited much from Zhang Meiyu; the mother and daughter resembled each other by seven or eight tenths.
Tang Zhongcheng, standing beside them, was also stunned by Tang Xiaomin's appearance. His weathered eyes suddenly brightened, and memories surged like a tide.
The first time he saw Zhang Meiyu, he had been captivated by her beauty, loving her with all his heart.
Such a good child, yet he had foolishly abandoned her. He truly deserved to die, and it would be a fitting end.
"Xiaomin, will you allow me to escort you down for today's engagement ceremony? This is my only wish," Tang Zhongcheng said emotionally. Unconsciously, his eyes welled up with tears, unnoticed by him.
Since her parents were present, Tang Xiaomin couldn't make this decision on her own without inviting criticism.
She didn't answer immediately, instead looking at Zhang Meiyu to ask for her opinion.
"Mom, please make the arrangements."
Zhang Meiyu smiled slightly, "Let him do what he needs to do."
Only then did Tang Xiaomin nod.
"Alright then."
Although it was just an engagement, Yan Jue's meticulousness was no less than that of a wedding.
Hundreds of luxury cars decorated festively were already waiting on the road outside the villa.
Lu Xing, dressed in a black suit, stood respectfully by a car.
"Miss Tang, congratulations. We should be heading off, Mr. Yan is already impatient."
Since Lu Xing had left in the morning, Yan Jue had called him every five minutes to inquire about the situation.
If one had to use a phrase to describe him, it would be a cat on a hot tin roof.
"Let's go," Tang Xiaomin said faintly, but her lips couldn't help but curve upwards.
Getting engaged to him like this felt like a dream.
The luxurious motorcade paraded ostentatiously through the streets of Modu. Due to prior clearance, they arrived at the Modu Hotel without any obstruction.
The media had been swarming and waiting for a long time, the clicking of cameras incessant, as if they wished they could rush forward for an interview.
Zhong Li personally supervised, arranging a large group of bodyguards to maintain order. Though the scene was lively, no one could get within half a step.
The groom of this engagement banquet was the CEO of Xianfu Group, but the bride, Tang Xiaomin, was no ordinary person either.
When the news of the engagement was first publicized, Tang Xiaomin had faced doubts about her background or capabilities being a match for Yan Jue.
However, soon after, Tang Xiaomin's various identities were revealed, and everyone fell silent.
Designer for Ye Group's old city renovation commercial district, incredible talent in music and art, singing prowess, shareholder of Meihuan, controlling shareholder of Tang Group, chief mortician of Xianfu Group, racing achievements...
Even just one of these aspects would have made her an outstanding individual. Furthermore, she had achieved success in so many diverse fields.
All of this indicated that she was a woman who possessed both beauty and talent, and was therefore worthy of Yan Jue.
...
Despite it being a joyous occasion, Yan Jue couldn't escape worldly customs. He was positioned at the entrance of the banquet hall to greet guests.
Those attending the engagement banquet took this opportunity to greet Yan Jue with smiles.
"Congratulations, Mr. Yan. It's truly remarkable that someone of your stature would be at the entrance to welcome guests."
Normally, Yan Jue was notoriously arrogant, giving no one face, let alone bothering to interact with people. It would have been good if he hadn't berated them.
A waiter typed "Zhang" on a tablet. Upon seeing it, Yan Jue politely responded.
"Director Zhang, please come in."
"Ah, Mr. Yan, you're busy. I'll have to pay you a personal visit another day when I have the chance."
At this moment, the next person arrived with their family, and groups of people squeezed Director Zhang in, repeating the same, monotonous pleasantries.
Yan Jue glanced at the name on the tablet and continued to respond politely.
If not for this method, he wouldn't have recognized or remembered a single guest.
Finally, as time drew near, the engagement ceremony began.
On the stage, decorated romantically as if for a wedding, the renowned host spoke for nearly half an hour. After building the atmosphere, he finally uttered the long-awaited words.
"Next, please welcome the female protagonist of today, Miss Tang Xiaomin." Su Dan Novel Network
Although it was merely an engagement banquet, Zhang Meiyu had specifically requested that the ceremony be solemn and dignified.
Amidst the gaze of the crowd, the grand doors of the banquet hall slowly swung open.
Tang Xiaomin, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, finally appeared. She was escorted by Tang Zhongcheng, arm in arm, as he led her in slowly.
Yan Jue, dressed in a black suit and meticulously groomed, finally witnessed this moment of Tang Xiaomin walking towards him.
His eyes were fixed on Tang Xiaomin as she approached. For the first time, his previously unfocused gaze gained clarity.
His hands, unsure of where to rest, instinctively clenched together. He was so nervous that his palms were sweating, yet he remained oblivious.
The expression on his face was no longer one of casual indifference, but replaced by a seriousness and gravity he had never shown before.