He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

As Sang Jiuning listened to his explanation, her heart melted. In truth, she didn't care about any grand ceremony; what she cared about was whether the person in front of her was him.

Sang Jiuning couldn't help but smile, a hint of teasing in her eyes: "Forget it, no ceremony is no ceremony. Anyway, I'm already yours, I can't escape now."

After saying that, she took the plain men's ring from the box, gently took his hand, and carefully slipped the ring onto his ring finger.

The two stood side by side in the gentle sea breeze, and at the same time, they raised their hands in perfect unison, looking at the matching rings on each other's fingers.

The pink star-shaped diamonds paired with the minimalist plain band are simple yet exceptionally well-matched.

Looking at the dazzling pink diamond on her finger, Sang Jiuning teased him, "This pink diamond looks pretty big, and it feels a little strange wearing it all of a sudden. Why don't we take it off and save it for your formal proposal tonight?"

She was just joking casually, trying to tease him.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the boy in front of him instantly changed his expression.

Wen Zhaoci suddenly looked up, his long eyelashes drooping, obscuring the emotions in his eyes. His voice was slightly lowered, carrying a hint of grievance and unease as he stared intently at her: "Wife, are you going to take off the ring and refuse my proposal?"

His soft tone, tinged with a cautious yet obsessive quality, instantly captivated Sang Jiu Ning's heart.

Looking at his aggrieved and anxious expression, Sang Jiuning was both amused and exasperated.

She sighed inwardly, wondering why Wen Zhaoci was so insecure in front of her, yet still cherished her so dearly.

Sang Jiuning stopped teasing him, tiptoed slightly, leaned in, and gently kissed the corner of his lips. Her eyes crinkled, and her tone was earnest and gentle: "I won't take it off, I'll never take it off in this lifetime."

"But it's a promise, the proposal at the beach tonight can't be canceled. I want a serious confession."

Wen Zhaoci instantly breathed a sigh of relief, all the unease in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a warm tenderness and a smile.

He reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms, his strength both gentle and firm, holding her firmly in his embrace. He whispered softly in her ear, "Okay, whatever you say."

"Tonight, I'll give you the most perfect proposal, one that's just for you."

As night falls completely over the island, the entire beach is bathed in the soft glow of warm lights.

Thin strips of lights meander along the coastline, the evening breeze carries the faint salty scent of the sea, and countless stars adorn the dark blue night sky, shining cleanly and purely.

Just as Wen Zhaoci had promised during the day, it was full of ritual and there was no perfunctory attitude whatsoever.

Sang's parents, Fu Yanchen, Tang Tongtong, Qin Ying, and a group of acquaintances all gathered on the beach, standing quietly on the outer circle, leaving ample space for the two in the middle.

Sang Jiuning looks especially beautiful tonight.

She wore a simple and elegant white dress that accentuated her slender figure, and her delicate and understated makeup was just right, making her stand out without being flashy.

Her long, jet-black hair was permed into soft, large waves and casually draped over her shoulders.

Even the evening breeze seemed to favor her, gently caressing the beach and only lightly lifting a wisp of hair by her cheek, swaying it slowly, so gentle it was almost unbelievable.

No matter how dazzling the starlight in the sky may be, it cannot compare to the brilliance in Sang Jiuning's eyes.

She stood under the warm yellow light, her fingertips slightly gripping the hem of her skirt, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

The gentle night, the presence of family and friends, and the solemn and grand occasion filled her with a mix of nervousness and anticipation, causing a warm blush to rise on her cheeks.

In her line of sight, Wen Zhaoci walked towards her step by step.

The boy was tall and straight, with serious yet gentle eyes, his gaze filled with the starlight of the entire night sky. From beginning to end, he only had eyes for her.

Under everyone's gentle gaze, Wen Zhaoci slowly knelt on one knee, holding a large bouquet of plump white roses in her palm. The petals were clean and elegant, carrying a faint fragrance.

He looked up at the girl before him, his voice deep and gentle, each word solemn, carried on the quiet evening breeze: "Wife, will you marry me?"

A simple sentence, yet it contained all his sincerity.

Sang Jiuning paused slightly, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, her eyes filled with a subtle smile.

Before she could even speak, Jiang Shangyu, who was watching the commotion, couldn't help but burst out laughing, deliberately drawing out his words in a teasing tone: "Wow, you're already calling her 'wife' beforehand! This isn't a proposal, it's practically an official announcement, not giving her a single chance to refuse!"

His words immediately broke the quiet atmosphere, causing everyone to chuckle.

Nan Chili, standing to the side, sighed helplessly and quietly tugged at Jiang Shangyu's arm, whispering, "Can you stop stirring up trouble? If you keep talking like that, don't blame me for not stopping you when Brother Ci settles scores later."

Gu Shiyan, who was standing next to him, chuckled softly, his tone somewhat mocking: "I think Ayu is just using this as an excuse to show off."

Jiang Shangyu nonchalantly raised his chin, looking smug: "I just wanted to show off that I successfully proposed today, and also to witness our Ci-ge's proposal. I'm so proud!"

"Fine, show off." Nan Chili was too lazy to argue with him and casually said, "When you get married in the future, I will definitely be there, but I won't give a single penny of money. I'll just be a freeloader at the banquet."

The group of people were joking and laughing quietly, creating a relaxed and lively atmosphere.

Not far away, Fu Yanchen stood upright in a sharp black suit, exuding a cool and aloof aura. He looked serious and composed.

He held his phone steadily, the camera fixed on the two people in the middle. There was no smile on his face, and his tone was as cold and emotionless as ever: "You guys behave yourselves and stop making noise. You're delaying me from recording a video for my sister."

Zhao Muze stood to the side, playing with a small drone remote control in his hand. Hearing this, he smiled and raised his voice, his tone slightly teasing: "Hey brother-in-law, your phone recording is so outdated. Now everyone uses drones for aerial photography, panoramic high-definition, and the atmosphere is just perfect."

Fu Yanchen glanced at him sideways, her eyes indifferent, yet revealing a hint of helpless coldness.

These guys really have a sharp tongue.

Ever since everyone accepted that Sang Jiuning was his sister, Wen Zhaoci's brothers have been jokingly calling him "brother-in-law" every day.

Fu Yanchen verbally expressed his disdain but never actually refuted it. However, his expression would turn colder every time he heard that title.

Across from them, Tang Tongtong and Qin Ying had already been holding up their phones, aiming them at the center, and snapping photos intently the entire time, afraid of missing any tender moments between the two. Their eyes were full of sweet, maternal smiles.

As Sang Jiuning listened to the lively banter of her relatives and friends, and looked at Wen Zhaoci kneeling on one knee with eyes full of her, her heart was filled with joy.

Nervousness, shyness, joy, and peace—all these tender emotions blend together, transforming into a heart full of love.

A gentle evening breeze blew by, and starlight fell upon the two of them, its tenderness perfectly balanced.

Sang Jiuning smiled, looking at the boy she had loved for so long. Her voice was sweet yet firm, filled with undisguised joy and a heart full of devotion: "Husband, I do."

The moment the words were spoken, enthusiastic cheers and applause erupted from all around.

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