He Xiaolüyi blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at the man sitting by the bedside. His handsome profile, his well-defined chest muscles – wasn't it the man she had been longing for?
She clenched her fists, her index fingers poking each other, and lowered her head, pondering something.
"I don't blame you. But, Mr. Han, will you marry me?" He Xiaolüyi asked.
Earlier, while drinking, she had learned that Han Junyan did not have a girlfriend and was not married.
"Marriage is something that requires mutual consent. This was just an accident. Miss Lüyi, you don't have to gamble your lifelong happiness on this accident. I, Han Junyan, will never marry someone who doesn't like me."
"I like you! I like you!"
She sat up nervously and explained loudly.
The man turned around slowly, his gentle and refined face looking at her. "There is a difference between liking and loving."
He Xiaolüyi nodded. "I know. For you, it's more than just liking; I think… it's love. After you saved me back then, I've always remembered you, and I've missed you all these years. Does this count as love?"
Han Junyan frowned and contemplated, his serious expression adding a touch of coolness.
After a while, he nodded. "It should."
"And you? Do you like me?" she retorted.
Han Junyan's thin lips curved into a warm smile. He moved closer, pressed her onto the bed, and gently kissed her lips. "If I didn't like you, how could you have easily stirred my soul and made me feel so captivated? There are not a few women who like me, Han Junyan."
"Then, then, are you willing to marry me?"
He Xiaolüyi felt she must be crazy.
She had only met Han Junyan once, and upon meeting him again, she wanted to marry him.
However, her racing heart was telling her how much she liked him.
"We can try to get to know each other. If it's suitable, I'm of course willing to marry you."
"Really?"
She excitedly reached out and hugged Han Junyan's neck, her bright eyes filled with anticipation.
A novice in love encountering a seasoned player was instantly taken down.
Especially since she already liked Han Junyan.
"Silly girl, why are you so naive?" He reached out and poked her head. "Aren't you afraid I'm a bad guy and will deceive you?"
With a doting smile and overflowing tenderness, just one look from him had He Xiaolüyi immersed in his gentle world, unable to extricate herself.
He Xiaolüyi shook her head. "I don't believe it. Someone who risked their own life to jump into the river to save someone cannot be bad."
"Is that so?"
"Mhm, mhm."
"But now I can't hold back and want to do something bad, what should I do?" he said, pulling off his bath towel, lifting the covers, and slipping in.
Before long, the sounds echoing throughout the room were enough to make one blush.
Han Junyan never expected to randomly find a place to drink and bump into He Xiaolüyi, nor did he expect she actually liked him.
Perhaps this was fate.
Heaven had opened its eyes and given him a chance to severely retaliate against Old Chen Tou and He Xiaolanya!
How could he miss it?
…
In the hospital, Qing Muyie, who had been transferred, was resting in his ward bed.
Kang Xiaolu walked in. "Boss, I've already sent people to secretly search for the young master and young lady. You don't need to worry too much."
"Mm."
Qing Muyie propped himself up with one hand, trying to sit up.
Seeing this, Kang Xiaolu immediately stepped forward to help him up and placed a pillow behind his back. "You're injured now, you should lie down and rest more."
"Have the things I asked you to do been handled?" he asked coldly.
"The news has already been released that you are in a coma."
As per Qing Muyie's instructions, Kang Xiaolu had already released the news, deceiving everyone.