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the corner of a certain someoneâs lips curled up. â do you want to marry me? â
âwhat?â it seemed like this thing was quite a distance away from song fengwan. her head was dizzy and she couldnât recall it at the moment.
âthatâs right, do you want to be with me? the kind that will last forever.â
the two were too familiar with each other, and fu chen naturally knew how to overcome her current state.
âyes, i do.â she nodded seriously.
âsay that again ...â
a certain someone silently took out his phone and pressed the record button.
â¦â¦
song fengwan couldnât remember what happened after that. she only knew that she ate half of the cake, went into the house, and fell asleep. it was only after that that fu chen came in ...
that night, song fengwan didnât sleep well.
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the next day.
when song fengwan woke up, it was already close to noon. his head was heavy, and even his body felt uncomfortable.
she rubbed the back of her waist.
she was secretly ridiculing a certain old man. why was he so tormented last night?
it didnât seem like anything special had happened, so why was he acting like he was on steroids?
she washed up a little, put on her pajamas, and went out.
the weather was fine today. fu chen sat on the balcony, holding the mug that fu yuxiu had given him yesterday. he was drinking tea while scrolling through the tablet in his hand, seemingly reading the news.
with a smile on his face, one could tell that he was in a good mood.
song fengwan was just about to call him a beast yesterday when she suddenly heard ...
âi want to marry you!â
âi really want to marry you.â
âletâs go get our marriage certificate, third brother. letâs go ...â
â¦â¦
a bolt of lightning struck the clear sky. it was her voice.
what did she do last night?
her memory of what had happened at the dining table yesterday was fragmented, and her consciousness was a little fuzzy.
fu chen saw her coming out of the corner of his eye and smiled at her.
â third brother, good morning ... â song fengwanâs voice was trembling because the voice was still coming intermittently. she glanced around the room and saw that it was from fu chenâs phone. fu chen had already picked up the phone.
the two of them chatted for more than ten minutes.
song fengwan was anxious. what did i do last night?
begging fu chen to marry him?
fu chen hung up the phone and stared at her with a warm smile. â are you hungry? â
âthird brother, that thing is ...â
â i was happy to hear what you said last night, so i recorded it, edited it, and made it into a ringtone. â
song fengwanâs face turned red. was this person a demon? could this thing be used as a ringtone? she felt embarrassed.
just as she was in a daze and feeling shy, fu chen had already bent over and leaned over. a magnified face suddenly appeared in front of her. her heart skipped a beat, and the man had already touched her forehead ...
âwhy is she so cute?â
her mentality had collapsed and she had completely exploded. how could she be cute?
âdo you really want to register our marriage?â
âha?â
â actually, i also want to ... â fu chenâs voice was hoarse as he stared at her.
âwanwan ...â
âfind some time and letâs go and settle some things.â
âbe my mrs. fu, okay?â
the old man started again.
song fengwanâs scalp turned numb from his words. her heart, which had been trembling violently earlier, was now in a state of chaos.
âdo you feel that the ritual is not enough?â
song fengwan was scared out of her wits. she had never thought about marriage. â no. â
âyou havenât thought about it yet. are you not willing to marry me? then i can wait.â fu chen raised his hand and ruffled her hair. â i like you so much. i was too anxious ... â
âare you scared?â
this old man was too gentle today.
the two of them had gone through so much together. song fengwan had never thought that she would marry someone else other than him. â no, iâm willing to marry you. â
song fengwan was about to say something, but she felt that it was too early. a certain someone had actually taken out a diamond ring from his pocket ...
it wasnât a big pink diamond, but it was beautifully cut. it had a four-clawed design, was elegant, beautiful, and shiny. she held her breath, and the next second ...
he was already on one knee.
song fengwan couldnât describe what she was feeling at the time. she only felt her eyes grow hot and her heart stop beating.
everything was like a dream.
â why are you holding her hands so tightly? relax ... â fu chen held her hands and found that the little girlâs hands and feet were stiff.
she watched as fu chen turned the ring slightly and slowly pushed it into her ring finger.
she was unaware of the entire process. the ring was stained with his body heat. the heat was holding her fingers tightly, as if her entire body was firmly wrapped around them.