An Yin mumbled softly after listening to Grandma Wu, "I respect my mom’s wishes." The hall was filled with festive music, along with the murmuring discussions of the guests, so Grandma Wu didn’t quite catch what An Yin was saying. After she ate another piece of fatty meat, she turned her head and noticed the young girl was focused solely on her bowl of rice. "Look at how skinny you are. You need to eat more meat, girl." Grandma Wu said, looking worriedly at the slender frame of the young girl. "I am eating," An Yin replied honestly. Grandma Wu didn’t respond to her. In the eyes of the older generation, chubby children are seen as having good fortune. Next, the engagement banquet reached its final stage. Huang Yiyi and her fiancé raised their glasses, going from table to table to toast and thank the guests. When it was An Yin’s table’s turn, she slowly picked up a glass of juice. Huang Yiyi’s fiancé was already quite flushed from drinking and had the server pour wine at every table, exciting everyone who saw him in such high spirits. An Yin raised her glass, just in time to catch Huang Yiyi’s gaze. As their eyes met, An Yin intended to say a blessing, but in the blink of an eye, she saw Huang Yiyi frown and tug her fiancé to another table. After sitting down, Grandma Wu next to An Yin began to mutter again. "For a regular engagement banquet, there’s not even a smile. Yiyi can’t even bother with appearances..." An Yin quietly picked up a few bites of food, finding it tasteless. When she saw guests getting up and starting to leave gradually, she stood up as well. Initially planning to leave with Grandma Wu, she turned around and saw Grandma Wu packing the food on the table into a plastic bag, so she decided to step out first. Outside the hotel, she took a deep breath. The engagement banquet made her feel very stifled. Perhaps in her view, Huang Yiyi’s engagement was too rushed. After all, she was pregnant with someone else’s child just recently, and now she was engaged to another man. Though An Yin didn’t quite understand what Huang Yiyi was thinking, in her opinion, entering the halls of marriage was a sacred affair, requiring careful consideration. When An Yin stepped out of the hotel, she found it drizzling outside, so she hurried back under the eaves. A male voice called from beside her. An Yin looked up. A few meters away, Doctor Huang was dressed in a dark blue suit with a tie, looking spirited. An Yin exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle Huang." Doctor Huang’s expression paused slightly at her address. She used to always affectionately call him "Doctor Huang" with a playful, friendly tone. But now, this seemingly intimate address brought a tinge of sentimentality to him. Doctor Huang concealed his melancholy and pretended to chat casually, "How has your mom been lately?" Since An Ying had shared her experience with breast cancer, they’ve had little contact, only occasionally nodding when passing by his clinic. "Thank you for asking, Uncle Huang. She’s doing well." Since he asked, he must be unaware of her mom’s injury. Given his current mood, she decided not to dampen his spirits by mentioning it. "That’s good then." Doctor Huang lowered his head slightly, not realizing his tone carried a hint of loneliness. An Yin stood in place, unsure of how to respond. Doctor Huang realized his previous words carried too much complaint and immediately smiled, handing a red bag to An Yin. "This has some candies and such. Take it home for your mom to try too." An Yin was about to refuse when it was placed in her hand, "Take it." She looked at the bag in her hand, her clear eyes showing hesitation, "Thank you." "I have something to do, so I’ll be going now." With that, Doctor Huang waved and hurried back into the hotel. Watching his solitary figure, a sense of loss swept over An Yin. Even though they only exchanged a few words, his concern for An Ying was evident. An Yin felt that Doctor Huang still liked An Ying! She looked at the drizzle falling from the sky, thinking it wouldn’t stop anytime soon, and with the bag in hand, she walked into the rain. On the sidewalk, raindrops occasionally fell from withered trees onto her face, cold and chilly. An Yin continued walking forward, not noticing the call behind her. "Miss An, wait." Assistant Lin quickly approached, umbrella in hand, coming to her side. The sudden appearance of the tall figure startled An Yin, making her look up in panic. Recognizing the person, she lightly patted her startled heart, "Assistant Lin." Seeing that he had scared her, Assistant Lin smiled awkwardly and got to the point, "Mr. Bao is waiting for you in the car." "Bao Shaojin is here?" An Yin looked surprised. "Yes." Assistant Lin nodded helplessly. Usually, around this time of year, Mr. Bao was overwhelmed with work. There were too many people to meet and banquets to attend, yet he drove for hours to see someone else’s girlfriend right at this critical juncture, which, if spread, seemed rather...improper. Hearing Assistant Lin’s answer, An Yin looked around until she spotted a familiar car not far away. A serene smile instantly spread across her delicate face. Before Assistant Lin could react, he saw her running toward the roadside car and hurriedly followed her with the umbrella. When she was safely under the umbrella, Assistant Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were at the hotel entrance, surrounded by parked cars, most of which belonged to those attending the engagement banquet. As the feast was ending, guests were leaving the hotel. Amidst the crowd and in the rain, no one noticed An Yin getting into a luxurious car, which then quickly drove away from the curb. Inside the car, An Yin looked at the man with bright, clear eyes, "Did you want to talk to me?" The man elegantly sat poised, his well-tailored black suit highlighting his chiseled features, exuding an unmistakable sense of nobility. Even though he said nothing, just sitting there quietly, he projected a strong sense of pressure. Bao Shaojin stared ahead, his gaze not falling on her, yet inexplicably giving off an unsettling feeling. The car continued moving. Seeing he wouldn’t speak, An Yin pouted, muttering, "You called me here, can’t you say something?" For more chapters visıt 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩 Her bright, clear eyes lowered, aimless as a lost deer. In the quiet space, the faint sound of the car’s speed could be heard.