“Mom, Feng Tianxiang and Shen Xiangming have all received their due punishment, and I have also taken back the Bai family. I have not let you down. Before, I felt very tired living in hatred every day. Now I want to live my own life. Please bless me from heaven, Mom.”

Mo Jing and Ling Moyuan held hands tightly, gazing at each other, their deep pupils reflecting each other's images, their faces adorned with warm smiles.

The bright sunlight shone down on the two of them. Ling Moyuan held a silver-white, gleaming ring in his hand, then took Mo Jing's slender hand and, to Mo Jing's surprise, slipped it onto her ring finger.

Seeing that the size was just right, Ling Moyuan's calm face revealed a satisfied expression: "The size is perfect."

Mo Jing opened her palm to examine it. It was a simple platinum ring, not particularly intricately crafted, but it looked quite elegant. Upon closer inspection, there was a pattern at the top, resembling a blooming jasmine flower.

Mo Jing looked up at Ling Moyuan, puzzled: "This ring?"

"Wedding ring," Ling Moyuan said simply.

A wedding ring—does that count as a marriage proposal?

Mo Jing then noticed that Ling Moyuan was also wearing a similar ring on his hand.

Ling Moyuan grabbed Mo Jing's hand and said, "I had someone design this ring a month ago. Although the design is simple, it is unique. But I didn't expect you to bring me back a pot of jasmine flowers yesterday. It seems we were thinking the same thing."

Mo Jing was even more astonished when she heard Ling Moyuan's words. They were thinking the same thing. Yesterday, she originally wanted to buy flowers to propose to Ling Moyuan, but she gave up after listening to the shop owner girl and bought a pot of jasmine flowers instead. But was there something going on?

"The meaning of jasmine flowers is that you belong to me." Ling Moyuan held Mo Jing's hand and looked at Bai Sui's grave. His dark and deep eyes sparkled with starlight, and the smile on his lips softened his cold features.

Mo Jing was stunned, so Ling Moyuan thought she was hinting that she wanted to propose to him?

Although she did have that idea.

Ling Moyuan pulled Mo Jing into his arms, the scent of mint lingering around her nose. His strong, muscular shoulders seemed to shield her from all her unease. "Let's get married."

The sunlight cast several shadows across Ling Moyuan's handsome features. Mo Jing looked up but couldn't see him clearly because of the reflection, yet she knew that this man was the one she deeply loved.

There were no romantic flowers like in TV dramas, nor huge diamond rings like in novels. Ling Moyuan's proposal was really ordinary, so ordinary that it couldn't even be considered a proposal. He simply put the ring on her finger.

But Mo Jing didn't complain at all. Instead, her heart was overflowing with joy, like bubbles were being blown from a bubble machine. Because she knew that this man would cherish and pamper her for the rest of his life.

An ambiguous atmosphere surrounded them as their lips met, soft and sweet. A flutter of excitement slowly spread between them, and the sunlight cast a golden veil over them, adding to the romance.

—I promise you a lifetime of prosperity, you promise me a lifetime of growing old together.

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Second update! Continuing to update!

Note: The main story ends here, but there will be a bonus chapter about Mo Jing and Ling Moyuan. The wedding details won't be included; we'll go straight to the honeymoon trip bonus chapter.