His hands were handsome, not the delicate, fair kind of handsome, but like him—lightly tanned, slender, healthy, and distinctly masculine, especially with a simple men's ring on the ring finger of his left hand.
Ran Tong recognized it as their wedding ring.
She seldom wore it, but he always kept it on his finger.
Unconsciously, she thought of a line from a book. A man's attitude towards his wedding ring generally represented his attitude towards his marriage.
And Tan Weiwei clenched her hand even tighter.
With a crisp sound, the wine bottle was opened.
Ran Dongguo took the wine glass happily, "Come on, pour it up."
"Dongguo," Si Qian spoke up, "Drink less, and Nancheng too."
"Nancheng can hold his drink!" Ran Dongkui said casually.
Lu Nancheng chuckled and said, "It's okay, I have nothing else tonight, I'll drink a few more with Dad and cousin."
Si Qian looked at her son-in-law, and couldn't help but reveal a slight smile in her eyes.
