He Siyu greeted politely, "Grandpa, Uncle and Aunt, this is my first visit, so I’ve prepared some modest gifts."
Two rows of servants followed behind him, carrying exquisite gift boxes into the room.
Grandpa quickly waved his hand. "You’re far too courteous!"
The rest of the Nan family, however, couldn’t help but stare at the pile of lavish presents—rare antiques, priceless collectibles, and luxurious jewelry.
Truly befitting the He Family.
What was even more astonishing was how seriously the He Family seemed to take this.
He Siyu gave a slight nod. "It’s only proper. The reason for my visit today is to formally propose to Sang Ning."
Grandpa’s aged eyes lit up in surprise. He never expected the marriage to progress so smoothly—far quicker than he had anticipated!
He had assumed proper discussions about marriage would drag on for a while longer.
"Excellent, excellent! This marriage couldn’t be better!" Grandpa chuckled in agreement. "Please, have a seat!"
Only then did He Siyu and Sang Ning sit together on the right-side sofa, while Aunt Chen eagerly served tea.
He Siyu spoke again. "My family elders are quite insistent, so I hope to hold the wedding as soon as possible. If you agree, Grandpa, I’d like to set the date for next month."
The entire room froze at his words.
The He Family was in more of a hurry than they were?!
Sang Ning turned to look at him.
Grandpa had no objections and immediately nodded. "That sounds perfect! The sooner, the better!"
Delays could bring complications—what if they broke up again after some time?
Marrying into the He Family was a stroke of fortune the Nan family couldn’t afford to miss!
The Nan family members chimed in eagerly. "Yes, yes! Earlier is better. Once settled, we’ll all feel at ease!"
"How about the seventh of next month? I’ve consulted the almanac—it’s an auspicious day," He Siyu responded swiftly.
"Wonderful, wonderful! An excellent choice! Third Young Master He is so considerate!"
The Nan family kept nodding, inwardly sighing in relief.
After the shock of Sang Ning’s outburst yesterday, they had braced themselves for the worst today.
After all, He Siyu was notorious as a troublemaker—who knew what storm he might bring with him?
Yet, to their surprise, he turned out to be so amiable and accommodating, every word of his hitting the mark.
Rumors truly couldn’t be trusted.
After a warm and friendly discussion, the wedding date was officially set.
---
By nine in the evening, they finally left together under the enthusiastic farewells of the Nan family.
He Siyu’s eyes glinted with amusement. "Your family is quite welcoming."
Sang Ning gave him a strange look. "You all seemed to get along well."
"Indeed, we did," He Siyu replied, pleased.
Every word had aligned perfectly with his wishes—the engagement had gone smoother than expected.
"Isn’t the wedding date too soon? Will everything be ready in time?" Sang Ning couldn’t help asking.
"It’s manageable. I’ve already made arrangements. Tomorrow, we’ll meet friends. The day after, my parents return, and both families will have a meal together. I’ve also contacted a wedding dress designer—we’ll go for measurements and style selection this weekend. He’s reserved a whole month just for your dress, so it’ll be done perfectly."
"Invitations will go out next week. The venue is set—Yanhui Mountain. I have a villa there, and the scenery is the best in Jing City. I’ve already sent people to prepare the decorations."
"Other details are also being handled simultaneously. The timing is just right," He Siyu said casually.
Sang Ning frowned. "When did you arrange all this?"
"Two days ago."
She blinked in surprise. Hadn’t she only proposed two days ago?
Noticing her skeptical gaze, his grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. His tone turned stiff. "You know how urgently Grandma’s been pushing. Marrying sooner will ease her mind. I’m doing this for her sake."
Sang Ning hesitated before nodding. "Oh..."
He reached over and took her hand, his voice uncharacteristically light and cheerful. "Don’t worry. I’ll handle everything."
She pressed her lips together and nodded. "Mm."
A smirk tugged at his lips as he enveloped her small hand in his. Turning, his dark eyes met hers under the flickering streetlights. "Nan Sang Ning, we’re getting married."
His striking features, half-hidden in the shifting shadows, couldn’t mask the brilliance in his gaze—radiating unrestrained joy.
Meeting his intense stare, her heart skipped a beat.
A thought suddenly surfaced in her mind:
Maybe marriage… wouldn’t be so bad after all.
---
"You’re getting married on the seventh of next month?!" Ji Yan’s eyes nearly popped out. "That’s barely a month away! Are you two on a rocket or something? Since when were you in such a rush?"
Sang Ning sipped her boba tea. "I’m not the one rushing. They are."
Ji Yan scoffed. "I knew it! Your scheming family can’t wait to sell you off! They’d probably marry you tomorrow if they could! Why are you letting them dictate this?"
Sang Ning paused.
Because it wasn’t just the Nan family pushing—He Siyu was just as eager.
She didn’t understand why he was in such a hurry.
After all, she had been the one to propose.
She took another sip. "Whatever. I don’t feel like arguing over it."
Ji Yan huffed. "Ningning, you’re too soft-hearted! They always take advantage of you!"
Sang Ning gave her a blank look. Somehow, Ji Yan had an unshakable belief that she was some helpless victim.
On the other side of the lounge, near a small bar counter, the bartender mixed drinks while He Siyu leaned against the bar, whiskey in hand. He accepted a freshly made cocktail and took a casual sip.
His childhood friends—including Gu Xingchen—crowded around him, stunned.
"The seventh of next month?! For your wedding?! What’s the emergency?!"
It was like a bolt from the blue. Their relationship had been sudden enough, but now the wedding was hurtling forward at breakneck speed.
They had all assumed Third He would remain a bachelor forever—who knew he’d tie the knot so abruptly?
He Siyu’s dark eyes flicked toward the KTV lounge across the room, where Sang Ning sat with her back to him.
Looking back, he swirled his glass, lips quirking. His tone was lazy.
"What’s the difference? If we’re getting married anyway, sooner or later doesn’t matter."
"You’re cutting it ridiculously close," one friend muttered. Like his life depended on it.
