I puckered my lips and kissed his cheek, waving the phoenix-spreading-wings jade pendant like a child asking for candy. After more than a decade apart, he had become more passionate, losing his youthful shyness.
He immediately returned the kiss on my face, laughing softly: “Will Zero marry me?”
“No,” I didn’t hesitate, “If anyone’s marrying, you’ll marry me. I’ve already married many husbands.”
Seeing him not answering, I knew I had encountered another obstacle. In this era, the idea of polygamy was deeply rooted. I wanted to uproot it, but that seemed against the heavens and would mark me as shameless in everyone’s eyes. I felt a bit depressed.
I had initially appreciated beautiful men, but as I spent time with them, I discovered their good qualities and ultimately fell in love.
Taibai said this life of mine was an empty world without predestined fate. He claimed I had met all eleven husbands. Huh? How eleven? I only have nine so far…
Does this mean that Brother Han will eventually be mine? Hehe, secretly delighted. What about the other one? I involuntarily thought of that person, and I curled my lips. The combined scheming of all my husbands doesn’t match his cunning. No, no! I want to return him!
“You must treat me well, never abandon me, and love me for a lifetime.” Cold Ruofan was silent for a long time before seriously saying this, which caught me off guard. Wasn’t this too smooth?
I blinked, waiting for him to present some intellectual challenge; otherwise, it would lack excitement. I’ve had twists and turns with each husband, so I can’t believe it would be easy this time.
“What?” Cold Ruofan looked at me, puzzled.
“That’s it?” I asked expectantly.
“You want more? Then—” he said, touching his chin, “I’ll do something big!”
“Go die—”
As Cold Ruofan and I walked hand in hand into the previous room, the atmosphere became stiff.
“Ling’er, you—” Feng Qingyin stood up, surprised at our holding hands.
“Hmm? What’s wrong?” I looked back, but was immediately embraced by Cold Ruofan.
“She accepted me,” he announced, stirring the room.
“Xiaoxin, you really accepted him?” Wu Chen asked uncertainly.
I nodded, feeling they were hiding something from me. I looked up at Cold Ruofan: “Did you all say something?”
