Feng Lan's gaze seemed to drift far away, as if reminiscing about something: "I'm a person who doesn't have much time left. I never thought I'd be able to see your wedding with Jing Hao before I die. With this... I can be at peace."
"Aunt Feng, don't say that. You'll live to be a hundred," said Qiao Mo, her eyes a little moist.
Feng Lan gently patted her hand. "I'm going to find him... he's waited too long for me..."
A knock on the door sounded again, and Jiang Jinghao, dressed in a sharp suit, pushed the door open and entered: "Mom."
Feng Lan waved her hand: "Jing Hao, it's the Jiang family who has wronged Xiao Mo. After I'm gone, you must take good care of her."
"Mom, don't worry."
After Aunt Lan and Feng Lan left, Xie Qinghuan also turned and left, leaving the space for the two of them.
Jiang Jinghao looked at Qiao Mo and said softly, "If the wedding is made public, it might not be good for your reputation. So from now on, you..."
