Chapter 473

Luna had just changed her clothes when Andrew pulled her into the living room. His father, An Cheng, and stepmother, Wei Shufen, sat stiffly on the sofa, their expressions grim.

"Dad, Auntie," Luna greeted politely, her gaze flickering to Andrew. He gave her a reassuring wink.

"Have a seat," An Cheng gestured to the opposite couch.

Luna's stomach tightened. News of the Shaws' visit must have spread. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. Whatever was coming, she'd face it head-on.

"Dad, there's something we wanted to discuss," Andrew interjected smoothly. "The General mentioned attending our wedding, but Luna and I prefer something simple."

An Cheng's eyebrow lifted. "Oh?"

"We already had our real wedding at the frontlines—that's the memory we cherish," Andrew said, squeezing Luna's hand. "This time, we just want an intimate gathering with family and friends. No need for fanfare, even if the General attends."

Wei Shufen immediately protested, "That won't do! It's unfair to Luna." She turned saccharine eyes toward Luna. "A wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime event for a woman. How could we cut corners?"

Luna's lips curved slightly. What a convincing performance.

"Auntie, I don't feel slighted," she said softly. "What matters is our union, not the ceremony."

An Cheng nodded approvingly. "It's admirable that you young people think this way. But certain traditions should still be observed."

"Exactly," Andrew agreed cheerfully. "That's why we'd like Auntie to handle the arrangements—keeping everything minimal."

Wei Shufen's smile faltered for a split second. "I... wouldn't want to impose. I might not meet your expectations."

"How could that be?" Luna's voice dripped honey. "You've always treated Andrew as your own son. I'm sure you'll plan everything perfectly."

She emphasized "your own son," catching the flicker of panic in Wei Shufen's eyes. Luna suppressed a cold laugh. Did this woman really think she'd forgotten her past cruelty toward Andrew?

An Cheng patted his wife's hand. "Then it's settled. Shufen, do take care of it."

"Of course," Wei Shufen forced out, her nails nearly drawing blood from her palms.

Luna sipped her tea, watching through the steam as resentment flashed in Wei Shufen's eyes.

The real performance had only just begun.