"Zhiwei, I'm here to invite you to my wedding," Meng Qiancheng said smoothly as he extended the invitation, his demeanor calm, "You won't refuse, right?"
Of course, Cheng Zhiwei would refuse; she didn't want to have anything to do with Meng Qiancheng.
But Meng Qiancheng's next words said, "You know I don't have many relatives, so for this wedding, I've invited Uncle Cheng and Aunt Guo to attend, and Sister Zhiyin, too. I hope they can witness my happy moment."
A thinly veiled threat.
Cheng Zhiwei looked at him expressionlessly; her lips had lost their color.
"We will attend," Zhou Lin spoke for Cheng Zhiwei, no longer with the initial urgency as he rushed over, taking Cheng Zhiwei's hand in silence, declaring ownership.
Meng Qiancheng's gaze lingered on their joined hands for an instant before quickly shifting away, still smiling warmly and genially, "Then I will be waiting for you two in Yucheng."
