"Sis, when are you and brother-in-law going to have your wedding?" Seeing Qin Qiu's tender expression as she stared at Chen Yang trying on clothes, Qin Mo sidled up and asked with a chuckle.
"Huh?" Qin Qiu was taken aback, her gaze darting away as she said irritably, "The company is at a critical stage right now. Who has time to think about that?"
"So what you mean is, you'll marry my brother-in-law after the company gets through this period?" Qin Mo pressed, blinking her eyes.
"Oh, just stop asking!"
Qin Qiu snatched the small gift box back, put it into Chen Yang's pocket again, and turned around, covering her slightly warm face with both hands.
Marry that guy? Under the blessings of all our friends and relatives, clad in a pure white wedding dress, making a lifelong promise with him? For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to never be parted and always be together? To hold his hand and grow old with him?
