"Tell me, tell me, isn't it big news that Young Master Xiao has such a well-hidden fiancée?!"

Bai Shu's eyes darted around: "Yes, I think so..."

"I wonder which girl is so lucky. Her life must be smooth sailing. She must be a rich heiress. It's so enviable!"

Bai Shu shook his head and chuckled: "It's not that exaggerated..."

"Hey, why do you always talk so pessimistically? If it weren't for her illustrious family background, how could she have gotten engaged to Young Master Xiao? I really envy them; they were born into wealth and never have to struggle their whole lives..."

The girls were talking casually, but before they knew it, Bai Shu turned around abruptly, her face serious.

No, that's not how it is.

"Huh?" The group was taken aback. "What do you mean, 'not'? Bai Shu, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Shu was somewhat anxious: "He was indeed born into privilege, but that doesn't mean he never has to work hard. His family background is exceptionally good, but his success is even more due to the fact that he puts in more effort than ordinary people—"

Even though he was seriously injured, Xiao Lingchen continued to work every day while the two were staying in the hospital suite together.

Sometimes it was already very late, and she had already done three sets of practice questions. She was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open. Xiao Lingchen urged her to go to sleep, but he himself was drinking strong black coffee, his energy undiminished, and he hosted a multinational conference via computer video.

There is a type of person in this world who not only has good innate qualities, but also works harder and puts in more effort than the vast majority of people.

The young woman, seeing Bai Shu so agitated for the first time, was immediately taken aback and stammered, "Then, even so, his fiancée must come from a very prominent family to be able to arrange a marriage. That's how it is in wealthy families; they arrange marriages for business and career reasons..."

Bai Zhu shook her head even more violently.

"What he valued was never that, but..."

The girl instinctively asked, "And what is it?"

"But rather..."

Bai Shu bit her lip.

Three days ago, that afternoon, a gentle breeze blew through the courtyard, and withered branches stood tall in the lotus pond. When his smiling voice fell, her mind was a complete mess.

“Her surname is Ji, and her given name is Bai Shu. Twenty days ago, I finally found her,” he said, emphasizing each word clearly.

She heard her own voice trembling: "No...maybe. Shouldn't your fiancée come from a wealthy and prestigious family to be a good match?"

He raised his hand and supported her shoulder, then moved his other hand to her shoulder and gently pulled her into his arms, whereupon she stumbled and fell into his embrace, unable to struggle.

It wasn't until then that she realized he was so much taller than her, his slender and powerful body containing boundless strength, even his shadow could envelop her entirely.

“Marrying someone of equal social standing,” he said. “In my eyes, it’s never about family background, but about values ​​and personalities. But shouldn’t love be even more important?”

He held her hand, his eyes filled with deep seriousness:

"Even couples from similar family backgrounds will abandon each other when disaster strikes. On the contrary, lovers who are willing to risk their lives for each other will not care if their lives change over a thousand lifetimes. Lovers will hold each other's hands even if they have no memory of each other, and they will never be separated in life or death."

“You… but my family background is far inferior to yours. If you were to marry into this family, you would certainly reap greater benefits and elevate the Xiao family to a higher level…”

The man suddenly laughed, the coldness and sharpness on his face vanishing in an instant. In a daze, he resembled a flamboyant, unrestrained, and fearless young man, arrogant and frivolous.

"Are mere interests important? In my heart, no world is more precious than you. My life belongs to you. Without you, all of this is nothing but desolate ruins to me. Why should I even glance at them?"