Chapter 463: The Promise Made by the Boy
Three days later.
“Good morning…”
Si Jingzhu, yawning as she walked out of her room, was rubbing her sleepy eyes.
However, she was taken aback as soon as she entered the living room.
The entire area was filled with clothes racks; rows and rows of outfits completely cluttered the spacious hall of the Sang residence.
In the center of the hall, the Sang family members were meticulously selecting from a heap of extravagant garments.
“This one’s a bit scholarly; it should be more gentle and refined, right?”
“No, no, this is too plain; this mink fur looks more luxurious,” Shi Qingyan and Yan Rouwan whispered to each other.
Meanwhile, Hua Jianglian and Bai Ming held onto uniquely styled clothes, gossiping excitedly.
“This tight-fitting night outfit will look super cool, just like a dashing hero!”
“Let’s get this one! It shows off the muscles and the abs, so hot!”
Si Jingzhu twitched the corner of her mouth.
…What is this?
A Barbie doll dress-up contest?
At the furthest end of the hall, Long Huan sifted through outfits, holding them up against Young Master Sang, then putting them down.
“…This one, this one, and this one,” she finally picked three sets and handed them to the morose Young Master Sang. “Go try them on.”
“I say, can’t we just pick one—”
“One won’t do!” Long Huan pouted, hands on her hips. “We need at least ten outfits! Since it’s an official proposal, you must look dashing!”
Young Master Sang’s expression grew even more numbed.
Si Jingzhu smirked and glanced at him, then turned to ask, “Where’s Little Ying?”
“She’s still in her room.”
Shi Qingyan casually replied, “Aunt Yu and Sister Yubing are doing her makeup.”
“Ah…”
Si Jingzhu suddenly felt bored and dejected, sitting down in a chair.
“What a big fuss; it’s like someone’s getting married.”
“Strictly speaking, it is a marriage,” Long Huan’s voice chimed in again. “After all, this time we’re not just delivering good news but also asking for Little Ying’s hand from her parents. If all goes well, the next step would be to arrange the wedding quickly.”
“A wedding, huh…”
Si Jingzhu let out a long sigh.
“When will I get to have Young Master Sang hold a wedding for me?”
“You’d better not sigh over there,” Bai Ming poked her head out. “Why don’t you come help pick out some outfits you’d want him to wear?”
“This is a rare opportunity; who knows when it will happen again~”
Outfits for Young Master Sang? Si Jingzhu blinked.
Suddenly, an image popped into her mind of Young Master Sang wearing a leather outfit and tight pants, with a mask on and a whip in hand, wickedly smiling down at her while standing atop her.
…Ah. This is bad.
It’s definitely too hot. Si Jingzhu couldn’t help but wipe her nosebleed, diving into the pile of clothes to start selecting.
——
Half an hour later, Zhang Xiaoying’s door was pushed open.
Zhang Xiaoying stepped out in a gentle aquamarine dress, her light makeup and bright red lips accentuating her delicate and graceful features, making her look like a refined beauty.
With her unique serene aura, she resembled a hidden gem that had not been seen by the world.
Young Master Sang was dressed in a luxurious mink cloak and a stylish hat, exuding a rugged charm that complemented his noble appearance.
“Hmm.”
Seeing this perfect couple, the Sang family nodded in satisfaction.
“The gifts for the visit have already been prepared by Miss Shui Ming,” Long Huan reminded, “During this visit, remember to be polite and do not forget to take care of Little Ying’s pregnancy.”
“Aunt Yu will accompany you to take care of Little Ying, and the rest is up to you.”
“We’ll start preparing for your wedding to Little Ying in advance, so you must not cause any trouble.”
Young Master Sang nodded seriously.
“Rest assured.”
“No matter what, I’ll persuade my future father-in-law to let Little Ying marry me.”
Zhang Xiaoying shot him a sly glance, then quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing.
“Let’s go!”
Once they got into the carriage, Zhang Xiaoying suddenly asked in a low voice, “What if my dad really doesn’t let me marry you?”
“Then what? Don’t forget, we’re from the Demon Cult.”
Young Master Sang said ominously, “If the old man insists on saying no, then don’t blame me for kneeling down to beg him!”
Zhang Xiaoying: “…”
“Don’t worry, I’ve even bought a whip.”
Young Master Sang said sincerely, “Even if it means letting my father-in-law have a bit of fun, it should convince him!”
“I even prepared a ton of stuff; if your father loves tea, I brought the celestial tea from the heavenly garden; if he loves wine, I swiped a bottle of a fine brew that’s over three hundred years old from Xu Yourong… In short, there’s something here that will definitely get the old folks to calm down.”
Watching Young Master Sang passionately describe his “elaborate preparations,” Zhang Xiaoying merely smiled and rested her chin on her hand, quietly watching him.
For some reason.
Maybe it was because Young Master Sang, who usually dressed casually, looked especially charming today.
Zhang Xiaoying felt as if time had suddenly rewound back to the days they had traveled to the Pengxu Mountain.
Clearly, the face in front of her was the one she loved most.
But no matter how many times she looked at this side profile, it still made her heart race like a schoolgirl in love.
And as time passed.
Even though today the Sang residence was bustling with activity, and the beautiful ladies surrounding Young Master Sang were numerous.
Everything felt so different from when it had just been the two of them living in a tranquil and quiet home.
Yet this man didn’t seem to have changed at all.
He still cared deeply for every little thing she did.
Taking care of her emotions carefully, clumsily expressing his affection.
As long as he sat next to her, Zhang Xiaoying could clearly see that his eyes held nothing but her reflection.
Indeed.
Her husband had never changed.
Rather, she… had changed so much compared to before.
Recalling how she used to feel so insecure, alert, and jealous over any woman Young Master Sang brought home.
It felt like every new face was a potential threat to snatch him away from her.
However, so much time has passed.
Zhang Xiaoying now knew that Young Master Sang could never be taken away.
His eyes would always keep a piece of her reflection, uniquely his.
That was on the hillside of Pengxu Mountain, on a night when the camellias bloomed.
The boy and the girl nestled together, tightly embracing each other under the bright night sky and the cool evening breeze.
And that promise made by the boy is about to be realized today.
From love, to marriage.
To raising children.
To growing old together.
