Engagement Yan Jingxi retracted his gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips, neither confirming nor denying. He folded his arms in front of him, his right hand gently swirling the red wine glass, a mischievous glint in his eyes.,If it weren't for that year when I was eight, a fortune teller said I had the fate of a "Mother of the World," who in ancient times, whoever married me would become emperor, bringing good luck to my husband.,"Jingxi is going to lose money now, isn't he" Zhang Huada's voice rang out.。