Chapter 520: My Dear Fiancée

October 3rd, in C Shi it was rare to have no sun, the sky showed a soft blue‑white hue.

Mu Youyu was summoned from the painting studio by a phone call from Lin Ning, and she was still dazed.

"Honey, I'm back in the country! Let's meet at the Jiang Consortium at one!"

Lin Ning's words were excited, and she especially added, "You definitely have to dress formally to welcome my arrival!"

Lin Ning's back in the country, why did she go straight to the Jiang Consortium? Mu Youyu hadn't even had time to think it over when the call ended.

She stared at the darkening screen, dazed for a moment, then sent Jiang Liangjin a message: 【Where are you?】

He replied briefly: 【At the company【heart】】

Mu Youyu casually sent a sticker back, then got up and walked toward the wardrobe.

She picked a white ankle‑length princess dress, its style elegant and gentle, enhancing her clear, lively bearing. Her pink‑gold long hair was loosely tied into a low bun, revealing a slender neck, full of spirit.

By the time she finished getting ready and headed out, it was already half past twelve.

The car stopped in front of the Jiang Consortium building.

As soon as she got out of the car, Mu Youyu was stunned by the sight before her.

On the originally empty plaza before the building, a long red carpet was laid, with various roses scattered on both sides—white, red, pink, and champagne intertwining.

Blooming flowers stretched from the entrance steps all the way to the edge of the driveway, filling the scene with ceremony.

It looks like the company is holding an event—no wonder A Jin has been so busy lately!

Mu Youyu didn't think much of it, lifting her foot to enter the hall, but was gently stopped by the uniformed attendants: "Miss Mu, please stop here."

"Huh?" She stopped in place, utterly confused, when a prolonged mechanical roar came from the horizon.

A silver‑white private helicopter hovered slowly at ten meters aloft, its fuselage printed with the watercolor she had painted in her youth, visible if she tilted her head up slightly.

The cabin door opened, and a shower of pale pink and pure white petals fluttered down, scattering in the wind as the aircraft continued to move.

Mu Youyu's heart gave a jolt, as if sensing something; she turned slowly along the flower‑strewn path, her heartbeat already out of rhythm, faster than her steps.

The next second, crowds surged in from all directions.

All important members of the Mu and Song families were present, including her maternal grandfather far away in Y Guo, the recently swamped Song Huaiyu, Mu Yichen, and Mu Yichi.

Not long ago, Qing An—who had been complaining to her and should have been in M Guo—stood there holding a well‑behaved rice cake, dressed in an elegant tailcoat.

To the left and right were Ruo Ya and Qing Wei, with Jun Chenling standing before them.

Lin Ning lifted her skirt, with Ye Zeli at her side, eyes sparkling as she winked at Mu Youyu.

Yu Ci, Gu Xingnan, Zhu Zhou, Leng Anzhi, Feng Cen, Liu Wanwan, Yu Yu, Bai Yun, Mo Song… all the familiar faces had come, standing quietly and gazing at the center with warm eyes.

Mu Youyu's mind went blank for a moment; she instinctively wanted to walk toward her brothers, but her feet wouldn't obey, and she stood frozen.

At the end of her sight, Jiang Liangjin stepped slowly out of the helicopter cabin.

The youth wore a white suit, a light‑blue tie, holding a bouquet, walking toward her step by step with steady pace, his eyes holding the familiar gentleness she knew.

Mu Youyu lifted her face, their eyes met, and in that single glance she understood all of his feelings.

She had thought the earliest it could happen would be during New Year, on Jiang Liangjin's birthday on Little New Year's Day.

Mu Youyu struggled to steady her trembling voice: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Liangjin stood before her without answering, simply handing her the flowers; she took the bouquet and found a letter placed atop it.

The envelope was a vivid, bright red, its seal stamped with wax into an open rose—her familiar handwriting.

The envelope was a vivid, bright red, sealed with a wax stamp of a blooming rose, and it was her familiar handwriting.

Mu Youyu held the bouquet, her fingertips gently tearing open the envelope to pull out a sheet of thick‑textured paper edged with embossed patterns.

She unfolded the paper; the handwriting was neat, with no corrections, each stroke revealing solemn sincerity.

Unfolding the letter paper, the handwriting was neat with no corrections, each stroke revealing solemn seriousness.

Pen in hand, I've pondered over and over, unsure how to begin without being presumptuous. Later I realized I didn't need any flowery opening, because you've always known what I want to say.

Since I can remember, you've been by my side; you are my principle, as well as my bottom line.

Back then, young and unaware of what love was, I only longed to see you smile, to stay by your side, to hold your hand tightly, never to part year after year.

Later, as I grew a little older, I began to understand that feeling as caring, a flutter of the heart. Afterwards I realized it was nothing but pure fondness and love.

What follows, I want to tell you in person; if you're willing to keep listening, please raise your head.

Mu Youyu's eyes grew warm; she slowly lifted her head, one hand lightly touching her lips, pressing down the surging flutter in her chest.

Jiang Liangjin had been nervous for days, but now that the moment had truly arrived, locking eyes with the person he'd longed for, the feeling actually eased a little.

"Before, they all asked me what I was thinking."

He lifted his smile, not hiding the intense love in his eyes, each word precious: "I say, it can only be you."

"After I was certain of my feelings, I never said it outright, because I felt it wasn't enough yet. You're still young, I'm still young, we haven't truly stood before each other as independent individuals, and the brothers also said we should at least wait until you enter university."

"Our identities, plus the many labels between us carrying countless expectations—you stood early on in the place I've always looked up to, radiant and boundless."

"But your feelings have always remained at the forefront of my heart; I don't want to bind you in any name. I don't wish to confess my feelings before the time is right, for that would be disrespectful to you and not solemn enough for this emotion."

"Ah Yu, these years I've been waiting for the right moment—waiting for you to enter college, for me to become strong enough to stand on my own, able to protect you, and for us both to take responsibility for our choices."

Hearing the nickname he rarely uttered, Mu Youyu's eyes began to sting.

She had imagined this scene before; now that it was truly happening, her emotions surged up just as she had expected.

Her brothers each had their own thoughts.

Jiang Liangjin paused slightly, meeting her reddened eyes: "Now, I think I've waited long enough."

"At this year's New Year, what you said to me, and the way you silently consented at our engagement, let me be sure that I matter to you as well. And now I can finally say openly that I have gained the strength to protect you properly."

"At New Year this year, what you said to me, and your acquiescent attitude at our engagement, I can be certain that I am important to you as well. And now I can finally say openly that I have gained enough strength to protect you."

"Now, on October 3rd, I want to formally hand over the feelings I've kept hidden for so long."

As his words faded, Jiang Liangjin slowly lowered himself to one knee, opened the box in his hand, and the diamond ring blazed brilliantly.

The final note faded, Jiang Liangjin slowly knelt on one knee, opened the gift box in hand, and the diamond ring sparkled brilliantly.

He lifted his gaze and stared at her, his tone devout and fervent: "Time is long, the road ahead stretches far; every year I have lived has been solely to rush to you."

"So, my most beloved Princess, are you willing to let me openly and rightfully accompany you, becoming your lifelong support?"

Half the crowd held their breath, employees stifling their excitement as they raised phones to film: Who would've thought! Running into Jiang Liangjin coming to claim his title!

All close friends and family stood silently, smiling as they witnessed this moment. No matter where Mu Youyu turned her head, she could see them.

Behind Jiang Liangjin, the helicopter had already risen to mid‑air at some point.

The downdraft from the rotors surged forward, lifting their hair and sweeping over the petals.

The helicopter cabin door stood open, with banners hanging down from inside, each bearing many photos of the two from childhood to adulthood, and only a single line of text:

A You, I love you; please give me the honor to stand openly by your side.

Before Mu Youyu could withdraw her gaze, the distant sky lit up again.

Several drones rose from the city's skyline, initially turning slowly in the center.

Soon they soared and gathered, slowly spelling out a blazing line in the blue‑white sky: Jiang Liangjin x Mu Youyu.

Mu Youyu drew a deep breath, smiles flickering in her eyes, tears glimmering, she held the bouquet steady and gently extended her right hand.

"A Jin, know this: you've always been in my future plans. I'm more than willing to entrust my future to you."

Her gaze soft and lingering, she looked at her kneeling childhood friend and said, "Then from now on, please guide me, my boyfriend."

"Or rather——"

She tilted her head, gently adding three characters: "Fiancé."

The drones began to change their display, and cheers and applause instantly filled the venue.

Yu Ci cheered the loudest, grabbing handfuls of petals to toss at the pair, a living, breathing atmosphere squad, shouting: "I must sit at the head table for the wedding!"

Petals rained down, covering the ground; Lin Ning smoothed her pink hair and declared, "I'm the one for the head table!"

Bai Yun held up her camera, click-click, shooting nonstop, with no time to tend to anyone else.

Song Yusui raised her eyebrows, not daring to approach Lu Yuchu, merely placing a hand on Song Huaixian's shoulder and saying, "Xianxian, I think I deserve the main seat."

Song Huaixian gazed at his lively younger sister, feelings indescribable, and said, "Fine, I allow it—you can even sit on my older brother's head."

Song Huaiyu: "……"

Mu Yichi still flared with indignation: "You're really annoying—why are you picking on our Xianxian again?"

Mu Yichen pulled him back.

These sounds reached their ears, muffled into background noise; all they could hear was each other's voice.

Jiang Liangjin's lashes trembled as he slightly tilted his gaze up at the smiling girl before him; he picked up the diamond ring he had personally designed and slipped it onto her right middle finger.

Then he lowered his head and solemnly imprinted a kiss on the back of her hand.

After doing all this, Jiang Liangjin rose, opened his arms, and pulled her fully into his embrace, his chin resting gently on the crown of her head, his voice low and tender: "The future is vast, my dear fiancée."

Mu Youyu's smile bright, she murmured something into his chest, her voice so low only he could hear.

Jiang Liangjin tightened his arms, the corners of his mouth lifting with an irrepressible smile.

Thereafter, the childhood sweetheart remained unchanged, the bamboo‑horse bond deepened, year after year free of worry, and all things unfolded as wished.

——End of main text.