Looking at the extremely unpleasant expressions on both their faces, Lin Yuan curled her lips into a cold smile and added, "Speaking of which, Miss Su and Ah Zheng are old acquaintances. When we get married, Miss Su, you must attend the ceremony! I've prepared a bouquet just for you!"
The handkerchief in Su Qiuyu's hand emitted another soft "hiss," and a subtle twitch was visible at the corners of her lips.
What she cared about most in her heart was Xia Zheng and Lin Yuan's marriage, which had caused her to fall ill for several days. After finally recovering today, she was being urged by Cheng Yuexiu to make Lin Yuan uncomfortable, but unexpectedly, it was her own heart that was troubled.
"Huh? What's a bouquet?"
Xu Muqing was the first to catch on and tilted her head to ask Lin Yuan.
At this time, there wasn't a tradition of carrying bouquets for a bride, so Lin Yuan's mention naturally piqued the curiosity of the women present.
