Wei Anning pondered for a moment, "You're certainly telling her to treat Lu Junxi well. Actually, Lu Junxi is so great, and he's wholeheartedly devoted to Nan Fei. I think even if Nan Fei has a heart of stone, his tenderness would melt her. You really don't need to do anything extra."
Leng Youchen shook his head with a smile, "Madam, it's not the heart of stone we fear—it's a heart already spoken for."
Wei Anning was startled and immediately thought of how Yan Nanfei loved Jiang Yang. She sighed softly. In this world, what could be more unforgettable than a first love?
"So, I'm not doing anything redundant." Leng Youchen squeezed her hand lightly, then released it, placing his hand back on the steering wheel.
Wei Anning let out a quiet "Oh" and said nothing more.
The next day, June 16th, the weather was sunny and serene—perfect for a wedding.
