The cheerful atmosphere in the living room plummeted to an ice-cold silence with just two words from Fu Qiyuan.
The old lady and Tao Wanqing's hearts sank, and they shot dagger-like glares at Fu Qiyuan.
"You brat, what did you just say?!"
Tao Wanqing looked at him gravely, her expression darkening as her aura changed instantaneously.
She no longer appeared as the gentle and kind figure she usually was in front of Su Ran, approachable and graceful.
Now, Tao Wanqing radiated a commanding presence, exuding the grandeur of the Fu family's matriarch.
The atmosphere in the living room became overwhelmingly tense.
Fu Qixiu shivered, covering his eyes with his hands, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he secretly peeked through his fingers.
He glanced sneakily at his sister-in-law.
Hmm?
So calm?
His brother said there wouldn't be a wedding, yet his sister-in-law wasn't angry?
Fu Qiyuan spoke again, "For now, no wedding!"
