"Life is but a few short autumns, I won't rest until I'm drunk..."
On this day, at the end of June.
Qin Guanglin hummed a tune as he went to work, carrying a big bag with him. He arrived at the office and tossed a box of sweets onto Chen Rui's desk.
"Here, for you."
Chen Rui picked it up, turned it over, then looked at Qin Guanglin, who had the satisfied expression of a spring breeze on his face, and said, "Wedding candies?"
"Of course, what, you think I'm confessing my love to you?" Qin Guanglin said. He then rummaged through the bag and finally pulled out a wedding invitation, examined it briefly, and handed it over to Chen Rui.
"Do we really need to be this formal?"
"Absolutely, I've relied entirely on your careful cultivation over the years, getting promotions and raises from you. Thanks to that I've bought a car, purchased a house, and even married a wife."
