Moreover, she had only just begun dating when she suddenly married, which somehow felt like an emotional hurdle she couldn’t quite get over.
In the past, marriage was something she hadn’t taken seriously, so naturally, she wouldn’t mind.
This time, it was a real marriage, of great significance, so of course, she needed to consider it carefully and treat it seriously.
Although she wasn’t highly educated, she knew that a woman must treat marriage seriously and also rationally. Otherwise, what she was stepping into could very well become a grave.
Even though she already had a child and marrying him was a matter of time, she still needed a few days to think things over and decide which path to take in the future.
After all, thinking it over more could only bring benefits, not harm.
Rong Shaoze saw her insistence and could only respond helplessly, "Fine, but you have to promise me that you will definitely marry me."
"That depends on your performance. If you don’t do well, I certainly won’t marry you."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Rong Shaoze suddenly moved past Xiaocong, pinning her down.
"What are you doing?!" Lin Xinlan exclaimed in alarm, fearful of waking Xiaocong.
The man looked at her, his eyes unusually bright, "Aren’t you wanting to see my performance? My performance is always impressive. Let me show you again tonight."
He grasped her waist, his hand slipping under her clothes, caressing her smooth skin.
Lin Xinlan giggled and hurriedly held his hand down, "Rascal, the child is right next to us! Stop it, I want to sleep already!"
"Only if you promise me you’ll definitely marry me, otherwise I’m not letting go."
Lin Xinlan’s face flushed slightly, and she said with a laugh, "Not only are you a rascal, but you’re also a bandit. Is this how you propose? This isn’t a proposal, it’s coercion."
"Right, I am a bandit, so do you want to become the bandit’s wife?"
Lin Xinlan said nothing, his actions growing more uninhibited.
Worried he’d go too far, she could only give in.
"I promise you, I can only marry you. Happy now? Stop it, let’s sleep already, I’m tired." She pushed at his chest shyly.
"Good girl!" The man laughed and kissed her lips hard before finally rolling over to sleep beside her, holding her without further mischief.
Lin Xinlan curled up in his embrace, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other.
Holding her , he felt very satisfied and happy at heart.
After staying at home for a few days, Rong Shaoze convened a press conference to formally announce his return to B City and his continuation in managing Shengjue.
The police had just declared him dead, and his sudden re-emergence made B City erupt with buzz.
Every newspaper tried to report on his story, wanting to dig into the secrets behind his mysterious disappearance.
Rong Shaoze simply dispensed with the media in a few words, not saying much, leaving them with nothing to dig into.
Given his status and position, everyone knew better than to make careless reports—they naturally published the news exactly as he had said it.
The public found it uninteresting after reading the reports, and within a day or two, the matter was forgotten by most.
Such is the world, if you can’t capture people’s interest, you’re bound to be forgotten.
Lin Xinlan couldn’t help but admire Rong Shaoze’s ability to handle affairs after reading the reports.
He was actually able to guide public opinion, not something an ordinary person could do—it took extraordinary courage and skill.
This was for the better; dealing with the situation discreetly meant far fewer troubles and commotions.
In the hospital room.
Madam Du and Old Master Du watched the news, bursting with excitement.