"Shall we get our marriage certificate first? That way, you won’t be afraid of anything, right?"
Getting the Death Exemption Token first should work, right?
"TSK..."
"So, the Death Exemption Token isn’t enough? How about another deposit?"
Is this so sort of pay-as-you-go system? A refund if there’s a bad review?
"And besides, who said I’m that eager to marry you? Maybe once I get to Harvard, I’ll et soone better..."
His eyes nearly shot daggers. "You dare?"
She dared not.
She giggled, suddenly leaning toward his face and stealing a kiss.
His angry expression imdiately softened. Pointing to his lips, he said, "Kiss here."
She giggled and quickly obeyed.
He too began to laugh. Gradually, he felt as if he was in love... really... Even if he hadn’t gotten any ’at,’ he had tasted love—isn’t this more delightful than eating ’at’?
Ready to go on her first date, Yan Xixi was all dressed up.
Maybe it was because Liu Daqing had already given her a lecture last night. Tonight, she felt strangely unafraid. Even the fear of "the ugly daughter-in-law eting her in-laws" was gone.
The unpleasant truths were already out in the open; there was no need for pretenses.
Just as she was leaving her residential complex, a car was waiting for her.
When Wan Donglin saw her, he froze.
She imdiately panicked, arranging her hair. "What’s the matter? What’s wrong? Is my hair ssed up?"
His gaze rested firmly on her.
This was the first ti he had seen her dressed up so formally.
It wasn’t anything like an expensive evening gown. She had simply chosen a high-quality white long-sleeved shirt and a black skirt, paired with high heels. She had also applied lipstick and lightly powdered her face. This made her shine brightly, looking radiant.
As he continued to stare intensely at her, she beca more nervous. "Donglin... is... is there sothing wrong with my clothes? Should I go back and change?"
He whistled. "It’s perfect, just perfect."
Compared to her previous brightly colored and shocking attire, this was vastly more appropriate—easily ten thousand tis better.
Yan Xixi, still shaken, finally got in the car.
As soon as she got in, she exclaid, "Oh my God, I forgot to bring a gift..."
Wan Donglin burst into laughter. "What will we do now?"
"AHHHHHH... It’s all your fault. I woke up after three in the afternoon today... I read for a while after waking up, and then I had to tidy up and wash. I never even thought about buying a gift..."
Wan Donglin deliberately teased her, "Oh no, what are we going to do now? This is your first ti coming to our house for dinner..."
She was flustered. "Should I... should I pick up a bag from the shop?"
"Haha, Lady Daqing wouldn’t go for that. She doesn’t like luxury goods. For people like her, even carrying a snakeskin bag would be considered fashionable."
"So what should we do?"
Only then did he leisurely reply, "Don’t worry about it. I asked soone to get so authentic Dahongpao. It can be a gift from both of us."
That Dahongpao was from those few trees at the original production area—the only truly authentic Dahongpao in the world.
Yan Xixi let out a sigh of relief.
As the car moved forward, Yan Xixi felt that sothing wasn’t right.
"Hey, this isn’t where you live."
"How is it not?"
That was strange. She had lived at his place for two years; how could she not know where he lived?
But the car was heading in the opposite direction. She looked at him suspiciously. "They say a sly rabbit has three burrows. Donglin, were all your old places golden houses for hiding lovers? How many? Two or three? Over a dozen?"
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