"Qingqing, I’m sorry." Shen Xingwei began to apologize, "It’s my fault, I’ve hurt you over and over again, but Qingqing, I really love you, I can’t forget you, and I can’t stop loving you."
Rong Qingqing clenched her fists.
She truly didn’t expect Shen Xingwei to be waiting for her here while sick, saying he had something to say, only to end up telling her this.
Rong Qingqing’s hands were itching.
The words made her nauseous.
"Qingqing, my mom told me last night that she’s not genuinely forcing me to marry Rong Jiaojiao. My mom says, between you and Rong Jiaojiao, she prefers you as her daughter-in-law."
Shen Xingwei said anxiously, "Qingqing, they’ve agreed, the engagement with Rong Jiaojiao is just a temporary measure. Once my dad and I are secure in the company and no longer need Uncle Rong’s help, I’ll cancel the engagement with Rong Jiaojiao. Qingqing, you just need to wait for me for three years, no, two years, two years will be enough."
"In two years, I will definitely cancel the engagement with Rong Jiaojiao, and then I’ll marry you, Qingqing. Please put up with it for me for two years, okay? After two years, we can be openly together again. In the meantime, just put up with it."
Shen Xingwei eagerly reached out to hold Rong Qingqing’s hand, but she backed away two steps like avoiding the plague.
Shen Xingwei assumed that Rong Qingqing’s avoidance was because she felt wronged and was throwing a tantrum.
"Qingqing, for us to be together sooner, during these two years, while you’re at the main house, please keep an eye on Shen Jue for me. Keep tabs on him, and if there’s any sign of trouble, let me know immediately."
Shen Xingwei exhaled a sigh of relief as he said this.
It was the kind of relief that comes with finally saying what had been bottled up all night.
Shen Xingwei even smiled, "Qingqing, we’ll get married in two years. I won’t touch Rong Jiaojiao; I don’t like her. It’s you I love. We’ve been together for so many years, shared so much; I can’t let you go, and I absolutely won’t give you up!"
When Rong Qingqing heard this, it was like she’d heard the biggest joke in the world.
She stood there, shrugged her shoulders, laughed with a ’huh.’
Then, facing Shen Xingwei, she said word by word, "Shen Xingwei, are you daydreaming?"
"Do you think you’re so adorable like a dollar bill that everyone would love you forever?" Rong Qingqing had never seen such shameless people.
"Do you think I’m a fool willing to be deceived?" Rong Qingqing sneered, "Who’s bored enough to be your surveillance camera?"
Just seeing Liao Yamei wanting to tear her apart with her eyes, not even a fool would believe a word Shen Xingwei said.
"Shen Xingwei, here’s a piece of advice: stay away from me, or else, before your concussion heals, I might not be able to resist beating you to pieces."
Rong Qingqing said, turning to leave.
She walked swiftly, afraid that if she stayed longer with Shen Xingwei, she’d catch his stupidity.
Shen Xingwei sat there, dumbfounded, watching Rong Qingqing storm off.
Seventh Uncle walked over, a look that said he had known all along they wouldn’t reach an agreement. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝
"Young Master, let it go." Seventh Uncle comforted, "A forced melon is never sweet. Actually, Miss Rong Jiaojiao is not that bad."
It’s just that her background isn’t as good as Miss Qingqing’s.
Just that her looks and figure are a bit inferior to Miss Qingqing’s.
Just that she’s not as good at getting along with elders as Miss Qingqing is.
Just that she’s a little poorer than Miss Qingqing.