Or perhaps, even if they did get married, could such a marriage last? People marry for different reasons, which naturally leads to different outcos. What if, one day, he realized the child he’d waited so long for would never arrive? That the worry of an illegitimate child wasn’t even relevant in his case—what then? Illegitimate child. The thought made her shudder. Maybe, soday, he really would have an illegitimate child with another woman. This wasn’t a joke; it was just like Zhou Xiaoxuan’s husband. Hadn’t Zhou Xiaoxuan and her husband been in love before? If he hadn’t loved her at all, would he have married her? After all, Zhou Xiaoxuan wasn’t from a wealthy family. Every couple starts out in love—but later, a million reasons can surface for them to fall out of it.
He was completely oblivious to her turmoil, still grinning. "Miss Yan, marry ."
Her frantic gaze finally landed on his face.
Perhaps it was her prolonged silence that made him realize sothing was amiss, but he continued to smile. "Silly girl, what’s wrong? Did my proposal strike you dumb with excitent?"
She said slowly, "Donglin, let’s break up."
Startled, he asked, "What are you saying?"
He reached to touch her forehead, his expression full of suspicion. "Still hungover?"
This girl, she must have been terribly drunk.
She raised her hand and gently pressed it against his, feeling the familiar, searing warmth that seed to have beco a deep-seated anchor for her.
Unknowingly, she had developed a habit of relying on him for everything—people are like that; give them an inch, and they’ll take a mile.
But what if one day she lost him? What if she could never have him again?
He laughed. "Silly girl, I think you really are still drunk."
She gently grasped his hand. "Donglin, let’s break up."
Her expression was serious, her eyes clear; she wasn’t joking in the slightest. Only then did Wan Donglin truly sense that sothing was genuinely wrong. He opened his mouth but found himself speechless.
What on earth was going on?
Her gaze drifted from his eyes to the stunningly beautiful ring on her finger. Initially, she’d always thought the bigger the ring, the better. The larger the diamond, the more valuable. She’d even dread of a ’pigeon’s egg’ diamond so big it would dazzle everyone during mahjong. But after opening her boutique and seeing more, she understood that the diamond’s color and quality were also very important.
And this engagent ring—its size, quality, and color—were all absolutely top-notch.
After all, it was for a marriage proposal; he definitely hadn’t chosen it carelessly.
"Xixi, do you know why I asked you to wait for at ho yesterday morning?"
She looked at him, puzzled.
"I got this rose last night. I had planned to propose to you then!"
Xixi stared at him, utterly shocked.
He couldn’t believe it. She went to a party last night, got completely drunk, made a scene, and then ca ho to ask for a breakup?
A humorless smile touched his lips. "What’s this supposed to an? Why don’t you explain?"
She instantly realized he had misunderstood.
He thought she was upset because of Huang Xiaojue, and that was why she had rejected his proposal. In reality, this had nothing to do with Huang Xiaojue. Ever since she decided to be with Wan Donglin, she had let Huang Xiaojue go. Therefore, even hearing the shocking news about Zhou Ting’s pregnancy hadn’t made her feel sad or regretful.
However, she made no effort to correct his misunderstanding.
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