He held her tightly, his chin resting on top of her head, his voice deep as he said:
"I regret my previous thoughts so much right now. I don’t want you to be in any danger because of me. I just want you to be well, without anything happening to you.
I still hope that you’ll be my wife, always, but I won’t put you in danger. I will use everything I have to protect you, to prevent any harm from coming to you.
Xinlan, let’s get married again when we return. I will hold a grand wedding for you, and solemnly tell everyone that you will be my wife for a lifetime."
Lin Xinlan’s heart skipped a beat, her mouth opened slightly, unsure of what to say.
With such deep affection from him, how could she respond?
She had never been a cold-hearted person. Rong Shaoze was so good to her, naturally, she couldn’t speak harshly.
Was it that she couldn’t bear to hurt him, or had she already developed feelings for him?
Looking down, she said softly, "Don’t people outside already think of us as husband and wife? If you remarry me and hold a wedding, they will speculate."
Seeing her silence, he thought she might not agree, anxiety rising in his heart.
But hearing her say that, he knew she didn’t reject marrying him, and a wave of joy passed through him.
A broad smile spread across his lips as he said cheerfully, "So this is what you care about? Don’t worry about it at all.
We can re-register our marriage and not tell the outside world that we’ve been divorced. But when we got married the first time, the ceremony wasn’t grand enough.
This time for the wedding, we’ll just say that I want to give you a grand ceremony again. Nowadays, many people remarry and have two or three weddings; it’s quite common. If we have another one, they won’t say anything."
He had made his point. Did she have any reason to argue?
But she really didn’t want to get married...
She wasn’t sure about her feelings for him and, even if she was sure, she didn’t want to be with him.
They were not from the same world after all.
Looking into his careful eyes, she held back and asked tentatively, "Rong Shaoze, who are you, exactly?"
Arms dealing, Sect Leader of the Yanhuang Secret Sect, entangled with international gangs—these all indicated his identity was far from simple.
What exactly did he do, and what was his identity?
Rong Shaoze’s gaze darkened. He knew she would ask this question.
But her reaction did not show a hint of fear, which greatly relieved him.
Perhaps she wasn’t as fragile as he had imagined. She might be able to accept his identity.
"Do you really want to know?" he asked her softly.
If she wanted to know, he would tell her.
If she was to be his wife, she should understand him and have the capacity to endure it.
"If you don’t want to say, then don’t. I actually..." don’t really want to know.
"I am willing!" he hurriedly interrupted, fearful she might back away.
It turned out that it wasn’t a question of whether she dared to accept his identity, but rather how he would make her accept it.
He didn’t want her to back away; he wanted to forcefully drag her into his world so she’d have no escape, only able to follow him at all times.
Holding her face, he softened his tone and said, "Xinlan, my world is complicated. Before I tell you, you have to prepare yourself mentally. You can’t be scared, understand?"
Lin Xinlan felt an urge to blurt out that she didn’t want to know anymore.
But she was also curious about his identity, so she held back and decided to listen.