When Song Baiyan wanted to have some time alone with Tang Li, the Lai Family People were a bit surprised.
But soon, they accepted the suggestion.
After all, it was Song Baiyan.
Even if Song Baiyan just wanted to have a chat alone with Tang Li, or if he wanted to take Tang Li away, they couldn’t find any reason to refuse.
Therefore, Lai Wenyan immediately got up, saying, "Then we’ll head upstairs first."
Ouyang Qian understood and helped Old Madam Lai stand up.
"No need for such trouble," Song Baiyan said, "Ah Li and I will just step outside to chat for a bit, it won’t take long."
The Lai Family naturally had no objections.
Especially Lai Wenyan, who turned to Tang Li and advised, "Make sure to have a good chat with His Excellency."
His tone sounded kind, but his eyes told a different story.
Afraid that Tang Li might say something wrong or reject this great marriage while alone, Lai Wenyan gave her a silent warning as he looked at her.
Over by the sofa, Song Baiyan had already stood up.
Ji Ming stayed in the living room, and only Tang Li followed him out.
Outside the villa, after walking a while, Song Baiyan stopped, his hands behind his back, looking at Tang Li, who wasn’t far behind: "Don’t recognize me once you’re home?"
"..." Tang Li was at a loss for words.
She turned back to glance at the villa, then looked at Song Baiyan, saying, "I’m pretending not to recognize you for your sake."
Hearing this, Song Baiyan just smiled.
Tang Li took two steps forward but didn’t dare get too close: "Did you really have someone come to the Lai Family to propose to me?"
There were things she couldn’t help but ask directly.
Song Baiyan countered, "Did it scare you because I didn’t give you a heads-up?"
"Yes." Tang Li nodded, "I thought someone was coming to propose for Lai Yuaner, but then Lai Wenyan suddenly came to the set to tell me that the Song Family had someone come to propose to me."
Saying this, she looked up again: "Although I really want to marry you, this was so unexpected, it caught me off guard."
Including the fact that he showed up at the Lai Family tonight.
"Don’t you need to handle any business tonight?" Tang Li asked.
Amused, Song Baiyan couldn’t help but let it show on his face: "If spending a night can accomplish such a big personal matter, then so be it."
Tang Li pressed her lips together, feeling her cheeks grow warm.
Then she said, "At least talk to me before you do it."
This didn’t get a response.
After a few seconds, Song Baiyan walked closer with his hands behind his back, and soon Tang Li’s view was filled with his shirt. As he stood in front of her, she looked up and heard his steady voice: "Not discussing it beforehand means you’re not agreeing?"
"...That’s not what I meant."
Song Baiyan asked again, "Then what do you mean?"
Tang Li was tongue-tied.
In their usual interactions, she often took the lead, and now the sudden shift left her a bit helpless, so she tried to change the subject: "It’s quite hot outside, and the mosquitoes are biting me."
Song Baiyan suddenly asked, "Don’t want to get married now?"
"..."
"Or... Do you think I’m too old, and that after some time together, you’ll get tired of me?"
Tang Li denied it, "How could that be!"
Worried he wouldn’t believe her, Tang Li explained further: "I just have a bit of pre-marriage anxiety, you can look it up online, a lot of girls go through this."
Just as she finished speaking, her left hand was held.
Her ring finger suddenly felt a cool sensation.
Before Tang Li could lower her head to look, her left hand was enveloped by his large, warm hand, and she felt a metallic circle on her ring finger. Realizing what it was, she heard his sigh above her, "Getting older makes even proposing daunting, fearing young girls might say no."