It was rare, but Ning Chu, who typically avoided alcohol, had gotten half-drunk this time.

She cupped her burning cheeks with both hands, happily swaying her tail, her dazed and unfocused pupils fixed intently on Wen Yang.

Her almond-shaped eyes, usually narrow, were wide open as if she was trying to clear the double vision, but it only made her expression look both silly and adorable, like a dopey little cat.

Perhaps Ning Yuan, her "old father," wanted to take out his frustration over his sister being "taken" by someone, as he kept coming up with excuses to toast Wen Yang at the dinner table.

"Brother-in-law, may you both have a hundred years of harmony! Cheers!"

"Here, wishing you early sons and grandsons! Cheers!"

"Come on, you two are a perfect match! Another one!"