Song Yansheng faintly furrowed his brows and said, "We're about to go downstairs for dinner, do you want me to carry the box down?"
Shi Nuan thought about it and realized he was right. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she put the box back on the table.
Song Yansheng continued, "You should keep it first. Regardless of why we got married, marriage is marriage. You are my wife, I am your husband, and that won't change!"
Shi Nuan was slightly surprised, but Song Yansheng had already held her hand again and said, "Alright, Mingmei is still waiting downstairs. Let's go eat first!"
...
Song Yansheng guessed correctly; Ye Mingmei was indeed anxiously waiting downstairs, no doubt because she was starving, almost to death.
Seeing the two of them not coming down, she asked Aunt Hui, "Are the dishes all served?"
Aunt Hui hesitated for a moment and said, "We need to wait for Mr. and Lady to come down!"
