The temperature was quite low at night, and Rong Chang was only wearing a thin dress.

Mu Jin lowered his eyes and glanced at her, but in the end, he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

He reached out his long arm and put it around her waist. "Let's go home."

"Um."

Without a word of greeting, the man and woman left right out of Fang Xinyi's sight after finishing their conversation.

At that moment, her eyes stung, and Fang Xinyi finally couldn't help but cover her face and weep.

Nine years have passed; she has been following in this man's footsteps for nine years.

For some reason, he seemed to be drifting further and further away from her.

But she really couldn't wait any longer.

So many years have passed, and instead of waiting for their breakup, she received news that they were about to get married.

The feeling of sadness, distress, and helplessness made Fang Xinyi stomp her foot in frustration.

“Ah Jin…”

*

That evening, when Rong Shang and Mu Jin returned to their apartment, Madam Mu called to say that the wedding date had been set.

It happened on October 18th.

It's been less than a month since then.

When the phone was on speakerphone and Madam Mu's voice came through, Rong Shang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Isn't this a bit too much of a rush?"

As soon as she spoke, Madam Mu heard her voice immediately. "Yan Yan, do you think things are a bit too rushed?"

Otherwise, your aunt and mother will start over—

"No, Mom."

Before Madam Mu could finish speaking, Mu Jin had already rejected what Rong Chang had said earlier.

At this moment, Rong Shang was sitting next to him. When Mu Jin reached out and put his arm around her waist, he also raised his other hand to cover her mouth, afraid that she would say she wanted to postpone the wedding date.

"Mom, I think this is a good life, so I've decided on it."

He shouted something to Mrs. Mu on the phone, and then Mu Jin quickly hung up.

Two beeping sounds came from when the line went dead, and three black lines appeared on Rong Chang's forehead.

She pulled his hand away from her mouth, raised her hand, and slapped him on the forehead with a "thud".

"You bastard—"

Before she could finish speaking, the man lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

"Honey, let's get married first, and I'll support whatever you want to do after that."

"..."

She's obsessed with marriage.

She glanced at him, then stood up. "Whatever."

As Rong Shang took a step, preparing to go upstairs to take a shower, she was surprised when the man suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist as she passed by.

The next second, Mu Jin pulled slightly, and Rong Shang sat directly on his lap. Her waist tightened as the man's hands wrapped around her.

"Yan Yan".

"Um."

"Yan Yan, Yan Yan..."

His warm, thin lips kissed her cheek, and Mu Jin called her name affectionately in her ear again and again.

Rong Chang, “…”

Is this really a reward task?

"Yan Yan, I love you."

"..."

"Yan Yan..."

"Stop!" Unable to bear his nauseatingly affectionate behavior, Rong Shang turned to her side in his arms and then lightly tapped his forehead with her hand.

"Let's get married on October 18th, okay?" Rong Shang raised an eyebrow, her captivating eyes flickering slightly.

Upon receiving this answer, Mu Jin smiled smugly, "Of course."

"Since you want to get married, I'll marry you as soon as possible."

"..."

"childish!"

This guy is truly becoming more and more of a scoundrel with each passing year.

She glanced at him, then turned around and patted his hand. "I'm going upstairs to take a shower."

"good."

Nodding, Mu Jin slowly released his grip on her waist.