There were no onlookers here, no carefully arranged venue. No balloons, no roses, no candles, no floral decorations. Just pouring rain, and her, and him. Feng Ning stared at Jiang Wen. She put away her playfulness, tilting her face up slightly, and said to him solemnly: “Jiang Wen, I’m ready.” Jiang Wen took a long…

Feng Ning walked over. After staring at him for two seconds, she couldn’t help but laugh softly, “You’re quite self-aware.” Jiang Wen didn’t react immediately, only gazing at Feng Ning quietly. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Had some drinks, feeling a bit dizzy.” “Should I drive today then?” Jiang Wen bent down, his bangs falling forward.…

Caught off guard. The private room suddenly fell into a deathly silence. After they sat down, Xi Gaoyuan finally processed the meaning of “fiancée.” He widened his eyes, “Are you two planning to get married?” Jiang Wen: “Yes.” Another few seconds of silence followed, then Zhao Binlin suddenly slapped the table, “Damn! You’re really something,…

Feng Ning suddenly smiled. Her forehead rested against his shoulder, but her vision became increasingly blurry. When she was young, Feng Ning’s dream was to grow up quickly, find a job, earn money, and buy a big house for her mother. Even though life was hard, she always tried her best, constantly striving to climb…

In the courtyard, Little Yellow barked twice when suddenly a voice called out: “Ningning, are you home?!” It was Zhao Weichen’s mother’s voice. Feng Ning quickly poked her head out the window, “I’m home!” “I brought you some braised dishes, come down and open the door.” “Ah, okay.” Feng Ning responded. She turned around to…

The posture was difficult to maintain. Feng Ning occasionally swayed slightly as she was carried along, her knees trembling and unable to hold steady. Her strength seemed completely drained. A few strands of hair clung to the corner of her lips, and she bit down hard to suppress any sound. Her head tilted back intermittently,…

Feng Ning climbed onto Jiang Wen’s shoulders, mimicking his earlier actions, kissing his neck. “Kiss here.” That was his last sentence before he captured her lips. Before long, Feng Ning was having trouble breathing. He paused his movements slightly, and she immediately turned her head to catch her breath. Due to lack of oxygen, Feng…

Jiang Wen wasn’t someone who openly showed his emotions. Except when drunk, he rarely expressed his feelings for her directly. The more casually he spoke, the more it tugged at one’s heartstrings. After a moment of silence, Feng Ning asked, “Where did you learn such romantic lines?” Jiang Wen: “……” The previously melancholic atmosphere was…

Few people were around. A car passed by, honking twice with its high beams on. It briefly illuminated the inside of the car. Then darkness fell again. Feng Ning was stunned by his mature and direct words. Jiang Wen’s silhouette was covered in flickering light and shadow. His expression wasn’t particularly excited, but emotions churned…

At around two in the morning, Jiang Wen leaned there with a dark fire burning in his eyes. Feng Ning remained silent. So they sat quietly for a while. Feng Ning stood up, planning to get her phone that was charging by the bedside. The space was a bit narrow, and as she passed by…