Inside the mansion…
Qiao Wangbei was killing a fish in the kitchen while humming an old song from the 80s. The knife in his hand rose and fell as he cut the stomach open, removed the scales, and sliced it into pieces. His movements were swift and neat.
Qiao Aiyun and Yan Wangchuan were sitting opposite each other on the sofa in the living room, and the atmosphere was a little strange.
On the coffee table was a red velvet box containing a jade bracelet. There was a golden thread wrapped around the middle of the bracelet, making it obvious that it had been broken before. The bracelet had a translucent luster, and although it wasn't top-grade jade, it was still high-grade.
"My mother asked me to give you this. It's our Yan family's heirloom jade bracelet." Yan Wangchuan's expression was especially serious.
This atmosphere didn't seem like a marriage proposal at all but rather more like a negotiation.
