Chapter 258: I Prefer You, Song You’an

Chapter 258

On this day.

Yan Qinghe, dressed in a purple satin robe with cloud patterns, kept examining himself in the bronze mirror.

"Strange!"

"Something seems off with this outfit. Why does it look different from when Shu wore it?"

Yan Wu leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, mockingly remarking without mercy: "The clothes say it's a problem with the person."

He then casually picked up a red robe and tossed it to Yan Qinghe: "Wear this one, it's more festive!"

....... Dressed festively, Yan Qinghe arrived early at the agreed location with Li Shuchen, who was wearing a purple robe.

One incense stick later.

As soon as they entered, seeing their combination of bright red and purple, Qi Huan could barely contain her laughter.

Red and purple together, what a sight!

However, in Li Shuchen's eyes, it became that he really liked this outfit on him.

Last night, Yan Qinghe had said he looked good in purple, so today he chose another purple robe to wear for Huan.

Seeing only Qi Huan had arrived, Yan Qinghe craned his neck to look outside: "Where are the others?"

Qi Huan deliberately played dumb: "Who?"

A few days ago, after returning home, An'an's eyes had been swollen from crying for several days.

It was time to make Yan Qinghe anxious, to push him a little.

Hiding the mischievous glint in her eyes, Qi Huan began to leisurely peruse the menu.

She knew Yan Qinghe all too well.

Yan Qinghe finally couldn't resist scratching his head anxiously and asked: "Where's your cousin?"

Seeing the fish had taken the bait, Qi Huan put down the menu and wiped away non-existent tears: "Alas......"

"What happened?" Yan Qinghe grew more anxious.

"My cousin's marriage fell through."

Under the threat of Old Lady Song's walking stick, the Song family's patriarch abandoned his intentions and politely declined the Liu family's proposal.

Liu Zisheng smiled gently, not taking it to heart.

A great man need not worry about finding a wife.

Marriage should be based on mutual affection.

If this match didn't work out, there would be others. He would eventually meet a girl who admired him.

But Madam Liu couldn't understand it. How could her excellent son be rejected?

Were the Songs blind?

Song You'an had come of age three years ago and was still unmarried. How could an old maid who couldn't get married look down on her son?

This was utterly intolerable!

Madam Liu began insinuating at banquets that Song You'an had some hidden ailment!

When the news reached Elder Madam Song's ears, she rolled up her sleeves, ready to confront Madam Liu, but Qi Huan caught hold of her sleeve.

At least in front of her family, she always wore a faint smile, but her reddened eyes and gaunt face betrayed her true state.

She always listened to her cousin and promptly dismissed her attendants.

"An'an, let sister show you a magic trick—I'll make a person appear! First, close your eyes."

"...Alright."

Once her eyes were closed, Qi Huan brought out Yan Qinghe.

Li Shuchen promptly released Yan Qinghe's acupoint and slapped him awake.

Suddenly finding himself in a different place, Yan Qinghe was a bit dazed.

Seeing the little rabbit, he still remembered what he had said earlier: "I want to marry you! I'm fond of you!"

Song You'an was startled, her eyelashes trembling as she opened her eyes.

At this moment, a maid anxiously asked from outside: "Miss?"

"It's- it's nothing, Cousin is just telling a story, deliberately lowering her voice to imitate a man......"

The drunk Yan Qinghe was not cooperating. He continued to repeat: "I......"

He had barely uttered a syllable when Song You'an, flustered, covered his mouth with her hand.

Song You'an stood on tiptoe, her cheeks flushed as she said: "I heard you, keep your voice down."

"Oh." Yan Qinghe lowered his eyes to look at her: "Then do you still want to marry Young Master Liu?"

"......I never wanted to."

"Weren't you very shy and fond of him before?"

"......No! I told you, I don't like him."

"When?" Yan Qinghe frowned.

But that was no longer important. What mattered now was: "What do you think of me?"

"......Very good." Song You'an's heart was pounding like a drum.

"Will you marry me?"

Cornered by his persistence, Song You'an raised her moist eyes and finally said bravely: "......Yes."

"I like you, Yan Qinghe."

"I like you even more, Song You'an."

As they confessed their feelings to each other, Qi Huan turned her back to them, huddling in a corner of the room, pretending to be a vase, trying her best to minimize her presence so they could express themselves freely.

The two didn't disappoint her.

May all lovers in the world end up together.

At this moment, Song You'an wrinkled her nose, sniffing the alcohol in the air, and advised: "You... you should drink less."

"Alright."

"Shu says that it's a virtue for men to listen to their wives."

"......Who- who's your wife?"

Yan Qinghe laughed heartily: "An'an is my wife, I'll propose right away!"

Song You'an's face turned as red as if it might drip blood: "My parents might not agree......"