Chapter 1264: Chapter 733: Confession on the Engagement Night, Staying Ahead vs. Overtaking on the Curve (3 Updates)

"Every day that I know you, I am very happy."

"I’ve always felt very lucky to meet someone I like, and you happen to like me too, and today..."

"We got engaged."

Suddenly, a warm cheer erupted from the crowd.

Qi Zeyan’s lips curved slightly, feeling a bittersweet taste. She spoke lightly, likely because those outside of it wouldn’t understand the flavor of this.

"As an engagement gift, I want to give you a song, called ’The Moon Represents My Heart’."

Ruan Mengxi’s singing wasn’t particularly good, probably too nervous, and conveyed through the microphone, there was a bit of a tremble in her voice.

Between the two, separated by the crowd, seemingly crossing mountains and seas, yet so close...

Qi Zeyan looked at her, suddenly realizing he was a bit neurotic today, getting mad over Jiang Chengsi, an irrelevant troublemaker.

Instead, he overlooked the person he should care about the most.

After Ruan Mengxi finished singing a song, Qi Zeyan had already walked up to her.

Although she was usually bold, she was a bit nervous. However, her gaze was stubborn, not shifting away from him for even a moment.

Qi Zeyan simply smiled, reached out, and embraced her.

"I received the gift, thank you..."

"Happy engagement!"

Someone in the crowd cheered, suggesting they kiss, but Qi Zeyan completely ignored the crowd and directly bent down, his arm slipping under her legs, picking her up horizontally.

The onlookers were ecstatic.

The expression seemed as if the two were heading to their bridal chamber.

"You... what are you doing!" Ruan Mengxi was a bit shy at this moment.

"Isn’t your foot hurting?"

Carrying her, Qi Zeyan walked out of the crowd, found a public seat, placed her down, and took out the shoes he had just bought. He wasn’t sure of Ruan Mengxi’s shoe size, and worried the shoes wouldn’t fit, so following the store clerk’s advice, he bought a pair of slippers.

They had small rhinestones on the surface, slightly large, but pretty.

"I’ll wear them myself." The crowd hadn’t moved away, and some were still recording with their phones.

"When you sang a love song to me publicly, you weren’t shy. Why be shy now? Besides, it’s none of their business if I help my wife put on shoes." Qi Zeyan bent one knee and helped her put on the shoes.

Prompting a distant cheer.

Qi Zeyan glanced at them:

"This crowd probably has never been in love."

Ruan Mengxi laughed, "What’s wrong? Still unhappy?"

"Not unhappy."

After his wife publicly confessed to him, he felt elated, dismissing Jiang Chengsi as irrelevant nonsense, someone he didn’t even know.

"Shall we stroll around before going back to the hotel?" Ruan Mengxi asked.

"Anything’s fine."

After his wife’s public confession, Qi Zeyan felt a bit ecstatic.

At this time, Jiang Yanting, who hadn’t attended the engagement party, along with Huo Qinqi, had already sent their blessings in the group chat, and also a personal red envelope to someone.

After thanking and accepting the red envelope, Qi Zeyan sent the video of Ruan Mengxi singing to the group, which he had downloaded from a helpful netizen online.

Jiang Yanting and Huo Qinqi found it amusing.

They were both married, and one was already a father while the other was expecting, and he had just gotten engaged, already starting to show off?

Huo Qinqi: [Showing off, you don’t seem qualified yet.]

Jiang Yanting: [He might be too carried away.]

Huo Qinqi: [Wait until you get married and have kids.]

...

Speaking of marriage and kids, Qi Zeyan suddenly remembered drunk Jiang Chengsi who was taken away.

That guy drank too much, and the one who took him was his rumored girlfriend, wouldn’t there be some drunken confusion, and really a sudden leap ahead?

"What’s wrong?" Ruan Mengxi thought the Guandong street food tasted good, wanted him to try a bite, and found him staring blankly at his phone.

"Let’s go back to the hotel."

"Not strolling anymore?"

"Let’s go back for now, I suddenly remembered something important to do."

"Something at the company?" Ruan Mengxi looked at him.

"Let’s go back first."

Ruan Mengxi was inexplicably pulled back by him.

**

Meanwhile, with Jiang Chengsi

He drank too much tonight, his brain had been muddled, didn’t know where he was, leaning against the car, dizzy and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he felt hot all over, clothes sticking to his body, feeling very agitated.

He kept tugging at his clothes, opened his eyes in a daze.

Only after several seconds, he seemed to come to his senses, yet he didn’t know where he was.

This seemed like a living room, the window was open, and a breeze blew in, still hot beyond breathability, a fire seemed to burn in his throat, breathing was difficult, almost suffocating.

But this was clearly not the Tang Family home, nor did the decor suggest it was a hotel.

On an ebony long table sat a golden-incense burner, surrounded by many exquisite trinkets, dragon-carved and phoenix-etched, all extremely refined with distinctive Republic-era style.

He squinted.

Felt like a dream, crossing time.

He slightly adjusted his posture, striving to observe the surroundings.

In a blur, he saw a silhouette dressed in a plain green qipao, back facing him, seemingly doing something, with long shoulders, slender legs, graceful and charming. She suddenly reached up to twist her hair without aid from objects, white skin of her nape exposed...

Glimmering with translucence.

The exposed neck was enticing, provocative, seductive, full of allure.

The qipao, though of a modest color, seemed increasingly alluring with her slight movements.

Light and shadow mottled, trickling over her, her soft body reflected on the tiles, subtly moving, revealing the pale legs under the slit of the qipao...

In his eyes, it was an unbridled exhibition.

Jiang Chengsi took a deep breath and closed his eyes!

Was he obsessed, dreaming such a dream?

This seemed ridiculously like a spring dream, what was going on?

He shut his eyes, slightly calming his breath, yet his heartbeat suddenly quickened...

"Fourth Brother—" a familiar voice arose, warmly sweet and soft, seemingly slicing through his heart, a hot rain seemed to drench him, scorching his throat.

This dream... how could it be so real?