âOf course!â Ye Zhentian nodded in a gentlemanly manner. âOf course, Miss Song Meiyu, you didnât hear wrongly. Iâm proposing to you. You know, I like you and have always liked you in the past, now, in the future, and in the future, so I donât want to wait anymore. I already know my feelings very clearly. I like you and want to marry you, soâ¦â At this point, Ye Zhentian held his chest and took a deep breath. âMiss Song Meiyu, I, Ye Zhentian, like you. Are you willing to marry me?â
ââ¦â Song Meiyu covered her mouth and didnât know what to say, but her tears kept flowing.
âOh, agree to his proposal!â
âAunt, agree to his proposal. I want Uncle Ye to be my uncle!â
When she looked up again, she saw the two people watching upstairs.
It turned out that Song Jiaren didnât bring Jiang Cang into the room. She only secretly squatted on the second floor to observe the two people downstairs. Originally, she was worried about her mother, but now, it seemed that she had worried too much. Uncle Ye was really a very gentlemanly person.
She looked at the man kneeling in front of her, then at the two children upstairs, and then at Song Chuyanâs room. In the end, Song Meiyu didnât choose to agree immediately.
At night
After Ye Zhentian was rejected, he didnât show much disappointment. He was very clear about his feelings for Song Meiyu, so even if Song Meiyu didnât agree, he wouldnât give up. Not only that, but he would also become more and more determined.
Because of Song Meiyuâs sudden incident, he hadnât been to the company for a few days. Now that he saw she had recovered, Ye Zhentian could finally heave a sigh of relief and return to the company to settle documents.
âMom ~â On the sofa, Song Jiaren held Song Meiyuâs hand with a sincere expression. She didnât understand. Since her mother and Uncle Ye were in love, why didnât she agree to Uncle Yeâs proposal?
âWhy did you reject Uncle Yeâs proposal?â
Song Meiyu knew that her daughter would definitely ask this. She didnât say anything else and just smiled, but her gaze was very determined. âBecause I still have very important things to do now. When Iâm doneâ¦â
This time, Song Meiyu didnât finish her sentence. She only kept Song Jiaren in suspense!
âButâ¦â She was about to say something when her phone suddenly rang. She saw that it was an unknown number and was about to hang up when she looked at it again. âThe last digits are 6666.â She recalled carefully. Wasnât this Yan Chengâs phone number?
âWhy did he call her?â Song Jiaren thought to herself. He had called her before, but she hadnât saved his number in the contact list. Song Jiarenâs social circle was really very simple. Other than the rest of her family, she didnât interact much with anyone else.
It was not for anything else, but in this fast-paced lifestyle, she hoped that she could meet someone who was willing to take things slowly with her. If she met someone, she would be lucky. If she didnât, she wouldnât feel lonely either.
âSince thereâs a call, hurry up and pick it up!â As soon as Song Jiaren hung up, the call immediately came again time after time. The caller seemed to be very patient. Just as Song Jiaren was about to block the call, Song Meiyu saw through it and gestured for her daughter to pick it up.
âJiaren, you have to know that people arenât saints. Sometimes, they make mistakes. But in this world, mistakes arenât the most terrifying thing. The truly terrifying thing is when he doesnât repent. So, you donât have to be so resistant. Try to open your heart. Donât close yourself off. Thatâs when youâll discover a new world.â
ââ¦â
Song Jiaren didnât know how to respond, but what her mother said was true, especially regarding Yan Cheng. She had a headache and didnât know what to do.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYour hesitation is the answer!â After saying this, Song Meiyu left. At this moment, only Song Jiaren was left in the huge living room.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Just as she was in a daze, her phone rang again. She glanced at it and saw that it was still Yan Cheng.
She pressed the answer button and placed it by her ear. âHello!â
âHello, itâs me!â Yan Chengâs low voice came from the other end of the line.
âUh-huh!â Song Jiaren nodded.
âCome out!â
â?â
âCome out, now!â Master Cheng was indeed a man of few words.
According to Yan Chengâs instructions, Song Jiaren came out of the living room. Just as she walked to the balcony, she saw the most unforgettable scene in her life. 100,000 fireworks exploded in the sky of the capital.
âItâs fireworks?â Her tone was filled with surprise.
âThatâs right, Song Jiaren. I specially prepared this for you. Itâs a firework shower that belongs to you, Song Jiaren!â