Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment. She could tell that he had no intention of regretting the engagement. Her heart, which had been in a state of turmoil for the past few days, finally settled down. But when she was asked if he had any other meaning in his words, she was confused again. The fingers of one hand nervously touched the back of the other hand, and she murmured, "Okay."

Rong Ting's smile became more gentle, yet also filled with passion. "I just met Lord Shu's daughter on the street. She loves Liao Qiubai, not me. You can rest assured."

Jiang Rao: “…”

Huai Qinghuan told him.

Fortunately, Mingshao and Yu'er, the two maids, were not here, otherwise they would have laughed and made fun of her for eavesdropping.

At least he didn't know that she was eavesdropping.

Jiang Rao gradually became distracted, and the hand that had been at peace suddenly scratched her knee again.

Rong Ting was dissatisfied with her distraction and pressed her fingertips a little harder.

He wanted Jiang Rao to only look at him. When Jiang Rao raised her eyes, his eyes were as soft and innocent as a small animal. His fingertips rubbed against her knees, drawing circles, and complained resentfully, "You didn't come to see me these few days."

The strength of his fingertips seemed to be able to penetrate her skirt and seep into her skin. Combined with his pitiful expression, this action did not have any erotic flavor, but because it was a small action hidden under the table, it quietly had a seductive meaning.

Jiang Rao felt a slight itch on her knees, so she finally moved back. But she figured out something and dared not look away from him.

She was too embarrassed to say the real reason. She drooped her eyelids and tried to prevaricate. Then she retracted her legs and raised her head to prevaricate, "Hasn't the emperor summoned you every day these days? I'm inconvenient to disturb you..."

The man in front of him snorted, a little annoyed and a little complaining, "Then you shouldn't have not come to look for me."

"If you come, I will definitely see you."

Jiang Rao exclaimed, "Ah!", remembering what her father had told her, "If you have time, my father wants you to go to the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion. He has something to say to you."

Rong Ting nodded, "Then I will visit you another day."

He agreed so readily that Jiang Rao didn't know what to say next. However, she had something she wanted to ask in her heart, but she felt so suffocated that she finally asked when she had nothing else to say.

"Has the Emperor ever told you when we can get married?"

She asked expectantly, blinking her eyelashes quite quickly, her eyes sparkling.

look

Seeing Rong Ting smile in front of her but not saying anything, Jiang Rao bit her lip. She felt that she was forcing her to get married and asking about the wedding date. She really had no modesty at all. She waved her hand and said, "I'm not rushing you. I just... just..."

After she had applied some smears on herself, she suddenly found that she couldn't think of any reason. Her shoulders slumped, and she stopped struggling. She admitted without any face, "I was just a little anxious."

Before she just wanted to wear the trousseau, but now she really wanted to marry him.

This time, Lord Shu didn't want to marry his daughter to him, but what if there were other Lords Zhang and Liu?

Rong Ting's eyes curved, and he smiled lightly with a hint of doting, "The Imperial Observatory is looking for an auspicious date. When they send the selected dates over, we will choose the one that is closest to us."

He wanted to marry her, the sooner the better. He never believed in auspicious dates or good times. The day he wanted was the best day.

Better yet tomorrow.

But the girl he wanted to marry was so good, so good that he wanted to give her everything. He was willing to abide by the rules of the world on such a big day in the world, believe in the gods of good fortune and bad luck, believe in the three yuan and nine fortunes, and pick the best day.

Jiang Rao lowered his head, his face burning.

When she was about to leave the private room, the heat on her face had not yet subsided. Reflecting on what she had done in the past few days, she felt that she was far from being reserved.

She glanced to her side and saw him walking beside her. His profile was three-dimensional and his figure was tall and straight. He was indeed handsome no matter which angle he was viewed from. Jiang Rao watched quietly, held his hand, and suddenly said, "Have you really thought it through?"

He seemed to listen to her very much and agreed to everything she said, which made her worry that she was pushing him too hard.

She knew from childhood that she was lucky and everyone around her treated her very well, except for her fall here. He was covered with thorns and would not let her get close to him.

But that was only at the beginning, and he treated her very well now.

It was so good that she felt she couldn't afford it, and now she could give him so little.

In the past, it seemed that there was no one who treated him better than her.

But now everyone is rushing to curry his favor, and he will encounter more flattery.

You will also meet someone more useful than her.

"If you meet someone more suitable than me in the future..."

Rong Ting suddenly stopped.

He had already reached the door of the private room, but did not reach out to open it. Instead, he turned and looked at her with deep eyebrows and a serious expression.

"I won't regret it."

Meet her

Before, he just wanted to live this boring, numbing life alone.

After meeting her, I can no longer stand being alone.

After tasting sweetness, he can no longer bear bitterness. It was she who tamed him into this state. He stared at her gentle features, smiled slightly, and said slowly, "If you want to regret the engagement, I will not stop you."

The little girl is really a bit dull.

He told her more than once that she could not marry anyone else.

But she could never see his true intentions and nature, and instead seemed to be worried that marriage was not his real intention.

That's fine.

If she really knew what he was thinking, she probably wouldn't be like this, daring to approach him without any precautions even though she was as timid as a rabbit.

He spoke magnanimously, lowering his eyes to look at her hand that was hooked around his fingers, his eyes gradually darkening, and he opened his five fingers, inserted them between her fingers, and slowly closed them.

If she wanted to break off the engagement, he would definitely not stop her.

...How is that possible?

He has plenty of ways to deal with anyone who wants to marry her.

As long as that person is not him, he has plenty of ways to torture the person she wants to marry.

"No." Jiang Rao grabbed his hand and responded quickly.

No hesitation, no faltering.

The corners of Rong Ting's lips curled up slightly.

It turns out that he won’t.

He asked this because he saw that she couldn't do it.

Jiang Rao looked at him and smiled. The depression in her heart gradually disappeared, and her eyes became as bright as if filled with little stars.

Even if he regretted it now, it was useless because she liked the person in front of her so much.

She liked it so much that she was at a loss for words. She unconsciously lifted her heels a few times and blinked her rosy almond eyes. Her movements were light but they revealed that she was extremely happy at the moment. She almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Rong Ting looked down at her. Her fluffy forehead, lively eyes, and slightly flushed fair cheeks made her look particularly attractive. Her joyful look, the way she stared at him wholeheartedly, softened his heart. He was about to raise his other free hand to rub her head, but the little girl in front of him suddenly stood on tiptoe, raised her arms, put her arms around his neck and pressed his head down.

He was much taller than her, so she stood on tiptoe very high and pounced hard, her body leaning on him without balance. With the support of him, her movements gradually became lighter, but with a bit of resoluteness.

The grand gesture finally turned into a light kiss.

She offered him a kiss of her own.

After a light touch, he retracted his foot.

Her arms were hooked around his neck instead, wrapped around him softly, her body was soft, pressed against his chest, her cheeks flushed.

She pulled his ear close and spoke to him word by word, as if whispering, "What you taught me."

"I learned it."