Madam Feng!

Su Li looked at that elegant figure, her eyes slightly warm, and called out: "Madam Feng, it must have been a tiring journey."

Madam Feng looked at Su Li, her voice gentle like the warm breeze: "Not tiring at all, I’m just waiting for Xiao Li to call me mom one day."

Su Li’s face flushed with crimson, her beautiful purple eyes shifting, revealing a hint of bashful awkwardness.

Looking at the gentle, elegant, and beautiful Madam Feng, who could make countless women feel inferior, Su Li suddenly felt filled with anticipation. This future mother-in-law seemed really nice.

Feng Huaijin stood by Su Li’s side and directly asked with his magnetic voice: "Grandfather and grandmother are waiting for you at home, you should go back and rest for a day."

Madam Feng gently waved her hand and said indifferently: "Let’s go to Cloud Mist Mountain for the engagement first."

Upon hearing this, Su Li’s eyes showed a hint of concern, thinking of Uncle Mo Yu’s previous attitude, she could almost foresee Madam Feng facing rejection shortly.

Because of Madam Feng’s persistence, the group headed to Cloud Mist Mountain.

Precious items were stored in those boxes inside the car.

On this day, the sun shone brightly, the scorching sunlight spreading over the mountain road, dozens of black Rolls-Royce Phantoms formed a long convoy, slowly heading toward Cloud Mist Mountain, making everyone exclaim in awe and amazement.

Su Li sat in the back compartment, lowering her head to look at Feng Huaijin holding her large hand, and said gloomily: "I think Uncle Mo Yu won’t agree, later it might not end well."

While Su Li was brooding, a large hand suddenly reached over, firmly grasping her snow-white chin and lifted it up, their gazes meeting instantly.

Feng Huaijin, with brows and eyes like a painting, asked deeply: "Are you prepared for Uncle Mo Yu not agreeing, and then you’ll just let it be and part ways with me amicably?"

Su Li blurted out: "How can that be?"

Feng Huaijin’s brows and eyes were brushed with a smile, his fingertips gently sweeping across her chin, chuckling lowly: "That settles it then?"

Whether others agree doesn’t matter, as long as they themselves agree, that’s enough.

Ten miles of bridal trousseau entered Cloud Mist Mountain, leaving Xu Xing, who was drying herbs in the courtyard, in constant awe.

Xu Xing looked at the elegant and noble Madam Feng, gently clapped his hands and said: "Madam Feng, please come this way, Master should be around..."

Madam Feng’s high heels softly stepped in, her voice indifferent: "I’m more familiar with this place than you are."

Madam Feng stepped into the courtyard, walking inside with familiarity. Surrounding trees clustered around, the canopy above lush with greenery, insect chirps and bird songs leaping from the branches, this place was like another realm of immortals, away from worldly strife.

Madam Feng’s steps slightly paused, staring blankly at the snow-like figure of the Immortal ahead...

Inside the courtyard, Xu Xing was still fiddling with his herbs, without raising his head, he said: "Why not make a bet? Seventh Master Feng, you’ll have to return the same way you came in frustration?"

Feng Huaijin sat on a stone bench, pulled the impatiently waiting Su Li to sit down, and said indifferently: "Oh, what do you plan to bet on? Bet your dog’s head?"

Xu Xing: "..." Dog’s head?

Xu Xing was so angry his face turned black, then he lifted his head and said: "Then let’s bet on the dog... head! If my master agrees to your engagement, I’ll cut my head off and let you use it as a stool!"

Su Li glanced over, "That would be uncomfortable."

Xu Xing: "... Just you wait."

If Master agrees, he’ll call them both dad!