Jiang Zhiyuan giggled: "Not drinking on such a good night, you'll regret it later."
"If you drink tonight, you'll regret it tomorrow!"
An Nan placed a bowl in front of him and looked up, "Eat something first."
"Tsk!"
Everyone couldn't stand it anymore. An Nan, who seemed cold and aloof, yet managed such small details so well—Jiang Zhiyuan was truly fortunate.
Jiang Zhiyuan obediently started eating, and while eating, he told everyone: "Don't mind me. I'm happy today, you guys drink and have fun for me."
"Before you drink, at least drink a ceremonial cup with An Nan first, right? It wouldn't make sense not to have one on such a joyous day."
Qiao Yi, ever the social butterfly, chimed in.
So the man who had just taken two bites of food put his chopsticks down again: "Wife, it's up to you!"
He had already brought the cup to her face, yet said it was up to her.
But An Nan didn't put up any more resistance. She poured a little wine into his cup, then filled her own.
