...
In the celebratory hotel suite.
Wen Ruan, holding a card, exclaimed loudly, "Please state the bride's lunar birthday!"
"The ninth of June!"
"Please list ten merits of the bride!"
"Virtuous, intelligent, beautiful, great cooking skills… um… let me think…"
In the midst of the jeering, Zhou Bo's face turned bright red in urgency.
...
"Where are the shoes?"
"Not in the cabinet!" "Not in the bedside table either! Check under the bed!"
"On top of the air conditioner! Brother Bo! Hurry and fetch them! We'll lift you up!"
Having retrieved the shoes, Zhou Bo tidied his somewhat disheveled clothes and knelt on one knee to slip the shoes onto Sun Simin.
He then took the bouquet handed over by Tang Song and, filled with excitement, shouted loudly, "Sun Simin, I love you. A thousand words come down to one, marry me!"
After taking the bouquet, the two embraced and kissed.
Cheers and applause exploded in the room in an instant.
