Tang Li stood there in a daze, forgetting how to speak.
This ring was a completely unexpected surprise for her that evening.
Song Baiyan’s voice sounded again in her ear: "As long as you’re not unwilling, as for other matters, there’s no rush."
"What if I never want to get married in my life?"
Tang Li suddenly asked.
Song Baiyan embraced her: "Then we’ll maintain the status quo, that day will eventually come."
Hearing this, the corners of Tang Li’s lips lifted.
On the second floor of the villa.
Lai Yuaner stood by the window, just in time to witness the scene in the courtyard.
When she saw Song Baiyan holding Tang Li’s hand, an inexplicable pressure built up in her chest. Even though the street lamps were dim, she could clearly see Tang Li shamelessly "pounce" into Song Baiyan’s arms.
Lai Yuaner’s fingers clutched the curtains tightly.
She just couldn’t understand, someone as superficial as Tang Li, how could Mr. Song like her?
Thinking about Song Baiyan marrying Tang Li into Tan Palace, making her his bedmate, brought a soreness to Lai Yuaner’s nose.
If she had known this, should she have sat on Song Baiyan’s lap back then?
She even couldn’t help but wish, why isn’t Song Baiyan fifty years old?
If Song Baiyan were an old man, she’d have no jealousy if Tang Li married him!
But now, she felt like her heart was being cut with a knife.
Song Baiyan didn’t immediately leave the Lai Family.
Returning to the villa, the Lai Family people were still in the living room, and Song Baiyan sat down again. There was a touch of indulgence in his gaze as he looked at Tang Li, which didn’t escape the notice of the other Lai Family people.
After finishing a cup of tea, Song Baiyan finally proposed leaving.
Lai Wenyan hurriedly told Tang Li to get up and see him off.
Unexpectedly, Song Baiyan told Tang Li to "stay." However, before leaving, he placed his left hand on Tang Li’s shoulder for a few seconds, as if reluctant, then withdrew his hand and also said goodbye and left the Lai Family.
Song Baiyan’s affection for Tang Li was evident for all to see.
No one was more excited than Lai Wenyan.
Tang Li went upstairs and encountered Lai Yuaner at the stairway.
Lai Yuaner’s gaze held a sharp resentment, her eyes slightly red, then she turned and ran back to her bedroom, slamming the door shut.
As she lay on her bed, she felt more and more disheartened.
At that moment, her cellphone vibrated again.
Lai Yuaner opened WeChat; it was a message from Song Jingtian.
Their argument had continued since the morning.
It started with cursing each other’s mothers, then their entire ancestry, and by evening, they were cursing each other’s future children.
Lai Yuaner finally couldn’t bear it, sending a voice message cursing: "Give birth to a son with no butthole, you little hooligan! May you die a miserable death!"
Song Jingtian quickly retaliated: "Give birth to a son with huge nostrils, you ugly freak!"
In the guest room, Tang Li took out the ring from her pocket, held it in her hand, and sat in front of her desk, studying it. The ring looked somewhat familiar, and she belatedly realized it looked like the one she had previously bought on a whim from the carpet.
But judging by the material, it was entirely different.
Tang Li placed the ring back on her ring finger, finding the size just right.
She pursed her lips, smiling faintly.
Just then, Lai Wenyan entered the guest room.
As Tang Li turned around, she also put away the ring.
Lai Wenyan’s reason for seeking her now was something Tang Li was well aware of.
Sure enough, after sitting down, Lai Wenyan asked straightforwardly: "Earlier, outside, what did Mr. Song say to you?"
Tang Li answered honestly: "He asked if I was willing to marry him."
"And what was your response?"
Hearing this, Tang Li’s face flushed red, and after a moment, she said: "I agreed."
Lai Wenyan was satisfied and finally revealed a smile.