Addicted to My Contract-Marriage Husband
Chapter 167: Childhood Betrothal

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: Childhood Betrothal

Jiang Mian woke up from her nap to find a strikingly handsome face staring back at her.

Roar!!

That startled me.

"Why are you here?"

Fu Sichen still had his glasses on, his profile clean and smooth, his well-defined fingers flipping through the documents in his hand: "Didn’t you say yesterday you were going to pick up Mrs. Fu?"

Picking me up, nearly scared me to death.

Jiang Mian glanced at the road outside the car.

How did we end up at a hotel?

"Sister Ting and Yangyang have gone back?"

"Yes, let’s get out of the car."

In a daze, Jiang Mian was led out of the car by Fu Sichen.

What’s this tricky man up to now?

How can I bear to show up at such a high-end hotel without any preparation today?

"Fu Sichen, if it’s some kind of banquet, I’m not going. It’s too embarrassing."

A light smile graced Fu Sichen’s thin lips: "Don’t worry, it’s not any particularly important event."

"Mrs. Fu, you won’t look out of place with your current attire."

Jiang Mian was dressed in a strappy ink-dyed long dress with her hair tied in a simple low braid resting on her shoulder, understated and elegant, with an indescribably gentle charm reminiscent of Southern grace.

"Who are we meeting, exactly?"

She racked her brain but couldn’t think of anyone to meet at this time.

Could it be—

"A family gathering."

Fu Sichen took Jiang Mian’s hand and pushed the door open. The conversation-filled private room suddenly fell quiet as everyone’s gaze turned their way.

"Grandfather, mom and dad, sorry we’re late."

Hearing "mom and dad," Jiang Mian’s heart skipped a beat.

A bad premonition washed over her.

The next second, familiar faces came into view.

Her own parents had arrived.

Gritting her teeth, she called out, "Grandfather, mom and dad."

And her elder brother was there too.

This family banquet had everyone present, it couldn’t have been more complete.

Fu Jingcun waved them over: "Don’t just stand around, come sit down."

Fu Sichen and Jiang Mian took their seats and Jiang Mian quietly asked her brother beside her: "Why are Old Lin and Ms. Jiang here?"

It’s definitely abnormal for them to suddenly show up in North City from Su City, nice and proper.

Leaning in, Lin Chen glanced at their parents who were talking with Fu Sichen’s grandfather: "Rushing for marriage and kids, and also here to see if your wings have truly hardened."

There we go.

It wasn’t just any ordinary family gathering.

Sooner or later, this ’Hongmen Banquet’ would surely come.

"Oh my, Uncle Fu, don’t say that. Our Xuanxuan is the one who always worries us to no end, but Xiao Chen is sensible and thorough in his actions, I feel relieved with him around."

"Hey, Yingying should not say so, I’ve seen Miss Lin grow up since she was little, such a charming girl. When I first heard these two were getting married, I was so happy I could hardly sleep for days."

Jiang Mian and Fu Sichen had not met with both families after registering their marriage.

But as Jiang Mian later learned that Fu Sichen was Brother Xiao Fu, there was no need to arrange a meeting.

Because the parents of both families had been closely connected, it was natural for them to have non-stop conversations upon meeting, typically exchanging several rounds of business flattery before concluding.

"I never thought the childhood betrothal would be unsuitable for the children, but it turned out that they hit it off on their own."

?!!!

Jiang Mian abruptly looked up at Fu Jingcun.

What childhood betrothal?

"Grandfather, what did you just say about a childhood betrothal?"

Fu Jingcun smiled warmly, his face filled with doting affection: "You and Xiao Chen, we arranged a childhood betrothal, hoping that after your graduation we could become relatives by marriage, but it turned out you two took a liking to each other without that."

?!!!

A flicker of unusual emotion passed through Jiang Mian’s beautiful peach-blossom eyes as she glanced at Fu Sichen, whose expression remained calm with no significant change.

Forget about it, he always has little expression of joy or sorrow in public.