Ruan Tianling leaned close to her ear, his husky whisper teasing: "I’ll tell you tonight. You like listening, right? I’ll sing it again for you later."
Jian Yufei’s cheeks flushed as she nodded happily. "Okay."
"Boss and Sis-in-law are so lovey-dovey, it’s giving goosebumps," a hooligan teased with a laugh.
Mo Lan gazed at them with envy.
She had never known what happiness truly was, but she could see it clearly—they were incredibly happy.
While she was lost in her own thoughts, she suddenly seed to hear Awei saying her na.
Everyone else abruptly turned their gaze to her, and Mo Lan panicked montarily.
What happened?
Why was everyone staring at her?
Ansel, who was sitting beside her, laughed and explained, "Aunt Mo Lan, Uncle Awei said you’re the only single beauty here tonight. All the n here—except my dad—are single and handso. So tonight, you’re the princess, and they will collectively confess their love to you. You’ll then choose one man to dance a waltz with and sing a love song together."
"Huh?!" Mo Lan’s face instantly turned bright red.
All these n, collectively confessing their love to her?!
Ansel leaned close and murmured in her ear, "Of course, it’s not a real confession. They’re just trying to have so fun. Aunt Mo Lan, these uncles aren’t bad people—relax and enjoy. They won’t do anything to you."
Mo Lan let out a sigh of relief; she’d truly been scared just monts ago.
But being on the receiving end of so many n’s proclamations of love—even if it was just for fun—it was still embarrassingly overwhelming for her.
"I think we should just forget about it..." Mo Lan said, her face still flushed, politely declining.
"Miss Mo, please don’t reject us! Otherwise, we’ll be heartbroken!" one hooligan exclaid, clutching his chest with exaggerated sincerity.
Another hooligan even took her hand and knelt on one knee before her. "Miss Mo, you’re the most gentle and beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Please, give a chance, won’t you?"
Soone else grabbed her other hand, saying, "Miss Mo, from the mont I first laid eyes on you, I’ve admired you deeply. Could I have the honor of dancing with you tonight?"
Mo Lan’s clear eyes widened.
Had they already started "confessing their love" to her?
From the garden, Qi Ruigang could hear their conversation clearly.
When he overheard them saying they were going to collectively confess their love to Mo Lan, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Dammit, do they think he’s dead or sothing?
What single princess?! She’s clearly a married woman!
They’ve been married for seven years—she’s long past her pri!
And what nonsense about the most beautiful and gentle woman? She’s scrawny and frail, sharp-tongued and arguntative—where is the beauty and gentleness in that?
They must all be blind to be attracted to a woman like Mo Lan!
Qi Ruigang suspected that they were just pretending, playing along for laughs.
But even if that was the case, he still couldn’t accept it!
There’s no way he’d let so many n put a cuckold’s hat on him!
"Soone, co here! Co here!" he bellowed angrily, shouting for a long ti without getting any response.
Had everyone gone to join the party?
Qi Ruigang glared at the side window; if he could just sit up, he’d be able to see the scene outside.
But his limbs were immobile, and he couldn’t move at all.
The truth was that, aside from his hands and feet, his torso could still move. But the question remained: how could he sit up using only his torso?
Qi Ruigang’s gaze suddenly landed on the curtain beside the window.
Without a mont of hesitation, he lifted his head and bit down on the curtain—
Using his teeth to tug at the fabric and his torso to push himself upward, he struggled imnsely but finally managed to sit up.
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