"Mm, let's keep today's events under wraps; don't let word get out."
"I understand."
"It's really a pity we missed Yufei's wedding."
Two people were still seated in the living room: a handsome middle-aged man in a blue double-breasted uniform and a middle-aged woman with an expressionless face and delicate features.
They were extremely well-maintained—around fifty—but appeared to be not even forty.
The one speaking was the man in the blue uniform, Nangong Xu.
Wenxiang said indifferently, "You can't blame yourselves for that; it was I who decided to move the date up last minute. How was your trip to the Maldives?"
Nangong Xu glanced at Nangong Ruyue beside him and nodded with a smile, "It was very nice. You can tell from how much better Ruyue's spirits are."
Wenxiang looked towards Nangong Ruyue; indeed, her complexion had improved significantly.
He smiled with satisfaction, "You've just returned. After you've met Yufei, go and rest."
"Okay."
