After contracting to have a child, the icy female CEO became addicted.

"A wedding?"

Wen Ling was suddenly stunned, never expecting Jiang Ran to bring this up on her own initiative.

Is he serious?

Wen Ling's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at Jiang Ran with a knowing look.

"Yeah, what's wrong with you two? You went on your honeymoon without even discussing it. When are you planning to have the wedding?"

Zhou Manru, who had no idea what was going on, complained and looked at Jiang Ran: "And Ranran, you'll have to change how you address your father when you see him later. Your grandfather and the others will be there, and your grandfather's friend is his former comrade-in-arms."

As if instructing her own child, Zhou Manru put on a stern face, showing no airs at all, and naturally began to reprimand Jiang Ran.

"...Okay..."

Jiang Ran abruptly changed the subject, awkwardly calling out, "Mom."

"Ah, that's more like it!"

Zhou Manru nodded with relief, then turned to Wen Ling, "Ling, why do you seem to have gained so much weight in the year or so since I last saw you?"

"Well......"

Wen Ling was stunned by Jiang Ran's words and glanced at him subconsciously.

Jiang Ran didn't know how to say it. Should she say that Wen Ling secretly had a child last year?

"..."

If this news were to be revealed, Zhou Manru would be furious. Wen Ling didn't tell her parents any of this!

Jiang Ran's eyes darted away, unsure how to answer.

Just as the atmosphere became awkward, a servant came forward and said, "Madam, the master and the others have arrived and are already in the reception room."

"Okay, I understand. Go and prepare the feast."

Zhou Manru gave a brief instruction, then looked at Wen Ling, "Xiao Ling, take Jiang Ran to the dressing room to change his clothes. You two are really something, you don't even know how to dress yourselves up before coming here."

"it is good."

Wen Ling nodded, took Jiang Ran's arm, and led her to the dressing room.

Pulling Jiang Ran through the corridor, Wen Ling pushed open the door to the dressing room and closed it behind her.

The space wasn't large, but it was exquisitely decorated. Various clothes were neatly hung in wardrobes on two walls, and a full-length mirror was in the middle. Warm yellow light shone down from the ceiling light strip, illuminating the entire room softly and warmly.

Jiang Ran leaned against the door and watched Wen Ling walk to the dressing mirror and raise her hand to fix her hair.

He didn't rush to change his clothes.

"Sister, how do you plan to tell them about Feng Die?"

This question had been on his mind for a long time.

From the villa to Yunqi Mountain Villa, he had always wanted to ask.

Now, the door to the walk-in closet is closed, cutting off all outside noise; it's just the two of them.

Wen Ling paused for a moment in her hair, then continued to casually tuck the stray hairs at her temples behind her ears.

"Don't worry about that, I'll find a way to let them know."

"?"

Jiang Ran was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "Just like last year when you secretly went to the hospital to give birth without telling anyone, right?"

His sudden remark stunned Wen Ling.

Wen Ling's eyes flickered, and she smiled at Jiang Ran, "That's all in the past. Don't worry, I'll figure something out. Go change your clothes."

She's always like that.

Keep all the plans to yourself, and don't tell anyone, until the very end when you'll pull off something big...

Jiang Ran was momentarily stunned. He looked at Wen Ling and took a deep breath: "Sister, I feel that Feng Die is our child, not just yours. I also feel responsible for this matter. So, you can tell me your plans. We don't need to hide anything from each other, right?"

Wen Ling stared blankly at Jiang Ran, never expecting him to say such a thing.

Jiang Ran raised his hand and pressed down on her shoulder, his voice serious, "Can't we discuss this together?"

Wen Ling looked up at Jiang Ran, who had a serious expression on his face.

This was the first time in so long that Jiang Ran had spoken to her in such a gentle yet earnest tone.

Jiang Ran's grip on her shoulder was still there. This was not a dream; it was all real!

Wen Ling's lips moved slightly.

"good......"

Her voice was very low, barely audible: "I was planning to wait a few days. After all, today is a banquet, so let's get through the banquet first. We have guests today, so it's not appropriate to talk about these things."

"Oh, why don't you just say so? I thought you were really planning to let Feng Die hide like this for the rest of her life."

"How is that possible!"

Wen Ling snorted, her cheeks slightly flushed, and took out another velvet dress from the wardrobe—a dark blue one with a neckline adorned with a ring of tiny rhinestones that shimmered slightly under the light.

"Let's change your clothes."

She said, then picked up the dress and walked towards the dressing room at the other end of the cloakroom, "Three minutes."

"no problem!"

Jiang Ran, who was already used to wearing suits, skillfully put on the navy blue suit and white shirt that Zhou Manru had prepared, and then walked out.

A short while later, the door to the other locker room opened as well.

Jiang Ran watched as Wen Ling walked out from inside.

The deep blue dress made her skin appear almost translucent, and the rhinestones at the neckline resembled tiny starlight in the night sky. The hem of the dress reached her ankles and swayed gently with her steps.

She let her hair down, her black hair cascading over her shoulders, losing some of her sharpness and gaining a gentleness that was hard to define.

She changed into another pair of shoes, still high heels, but with heels a little lower than the previous pair.

This was the first time in so long that Wen Ling had appeared before him in such a formal dress.

Especially the little bit of weight she gained was just right, giving her a plump figure.

Jiang Ran stared, completely mesmerized.

"What? Am I not dressed properly?"

Having not worn a formal dress in a long time, Wen Ling looked down at herself with a sense of unease, wondering if something was wrong.

"It's nothing."

Jiang Ran walked over, took the dark red velvet dress she had changed out of from her hands, folded it neatly and placed it on the chair next to her. "I just think, sister, you look really beautiful today."

"!"

In an instant, Wen Ling's cheeks flushed red. "Hmph, stop being so glib. Don't keep Grandfather and the others waiting. Go on out."

She gave a coquettish laugh and took Jiang Ran's arm.

Just like Jiang Ran, Wen Ling was also captivated by Jiang Ran's mature and charming aura when she saw him in a suit.

Emerging from the dressing room and traversing a long corridor, the two finally stopped in front of the reception room.

The door to the reception room was ajar, and warm yellow light spilled out from the crack.

Jiang Ran took a deep breath and walked in hand in hand with Wen Ling.

At the head of the table, next to Wen Ling's grandfather, Wen Chongshan, was an elderly man dressed in a dark gray Tang suit.

The old man's hair was completely white, but he was in good spirits and stood up straight, clearly a former soldier. He was leaning on a huanghuali cane, the top of which was carved with a lifelike tiger head, giving him a rather imposing air.