"Alright, I’ll take a look with you." Lan’s mother sat down beside her: "So many, how long will this take?"

"Yeah, that’s why I have a headache. I wanted you to help me choose, Auntie."

"Okay, okay, I’ll help you pick." Lan’s mother said.

The two sat down together.

They started in the daytime, continued after dinner, and still weren’t done.

The ones they were somewhat satisfied with were set aside, while the ones they didn’t like at first glance were put to another side.

"Oh, my neck hurts from all this looking." Lan’s mother moaned.

"Let me massage it for you," Fan Rou eagerly said.

"You’re the best. My brat at home never knows how to be considerate."

"It’s just not reflected in the details, but he’s very caring in everyday life," Fan Rou said.

"That’s true. He can cook and knows how to take care of others, something many men can’t do."

Every mother in the world is like this; they can talk about their sons’ shortcomings, but others can’t.

Fan Rou, who understood this, naturally wouldn’t touch this nerve.

After three days, the two finally selected the wedding candies.

Then, they distributed the wedding candies.

After they were done, Lan Shao returned, and it was time to choose the dress.

This part was left to Ye Ranran. A long time ago, Fan Rou had expressed her desire to wear a dress she designed.

Ye Ranran had started designing it long ago.

You could say she was preparing for it since Fan Rou and Lan Shao started dating.

So, when the staff pushed the pile of dresses in front, Fan Rou’s mouth dropped open.

"How long have you been preparing this?"

"For as long as you and Lan Shao have been dating. Go ahead and pick one you like. The sizes can be adjusted."

"How many are there in total?"

"222 outfits."

Fan Rou, touched, hugged her, "Ranran, you’re just amazing."

"Alright, cut the mushy stuff and go try them on." Ye Ranran patted her on the back.

Fan Rou pulled away from Ye Ranran’s embrace: "But I don’t understand, why so many twos?"

"Because you’re such a goof, silly!"

Fan Rou: "..." She shouldn’t have asked.

After choosing the dress, the day was almost there.

On the engagement day, Fan Rou was very nervous, gripping Ye Ranran’s hand tightly, palms sweating.

Ye Ranran kept rolling her eyes: "You look less like you’re getting married and more like you’re heading to the guillotine."

"Exactly, it is like going to the guillotine." Fan Rou actually nodded.

"Are you out of your mind?" Ye Ranran tapped her on the head: "It’s a joyous day, don’t say things like that."

Since Fan Rou did not plan to invite the Fan Family, she practically had no family, so Ye Ranran invited Elder Jun over.

Though retired for a long time, Elder Jun still held sway.

With him giving her away, no one would dare bully her.

"No matter what, the Jun family is your family, and no one will dare to bully you." Ye Ranran patted her shoulder.

"Mm, I know." Fan Rou nodded.

"Aunt Rou, are you ready?" Jun Xiaobao, wearing a little suit, suddenly ran in.

"Bao Bao, don’t run around. There are a lot of people. If you go missing, where would Daddy and Mommy find you?" Ye Ranran scolded him, face stern.

This kid, his courage is growing. Even though the hotel was theirs, and there were cameras everywhere, what if he encountered someone bad or hurt himself?

"I wasn’t running around. I just wanted to come and have a look, and Uncle Butler is there." Jun Xiaobao said, feeling wronged.