Lin Xiyue was stunned, never expecting Ye Xiaotian to question her feelings for him, and said with heartache.

"If I didn't love you, would I have pursued you? Would I have been with you for over five years? Would I have been constantly on guard against Su Luo meeting you? My dad has always disapproved of our relationship, would I have defied him for so long for you? How can you question my love for you?"

Ye Xiaotian's mind was still like mush, as if he had lost the ability to think.

Some numbness.

"Yes, you must love me. I want to marry you. I will definitely marry you. I can't be irresponsible towards you."

Are you sure? Even if I'm not perfect, you'll still marry me?

"Yes, I promised you, I will definitely marry you."

Ye Xiaotian calmed down a bit.

Even if Lin Xiyue wasn't the perfect girl in his eyes, he shouldn't abandon her because of this.

There should be no doubt about her love for him.

As she said, if she didn't love herself, she wouldn't have done so much for herself and stayed with her for so long.

Whether she's good or bad, as long as she loves me wholeheartedly, that's enough.

Lin Xiyue received the answer she had hoped for and was so excited that she shed tears of happiness.

Looking at Lin Xiyue's pitiful and tearful appearance, Ye Xiaotian did not immediately go over to comfort her, but remained seated indifferently.

That's strange.

In the past, whenever he saw her crying, he would immediately go over to comfort her, feeling extremely distressed.

But this time, my mind was as calm as still water.

Suddenly, the scene of his last meeting with Su Luo flashed through his mind. He asked Su Luo to choose between his sister and Song Lingshan, but he wanted both of them, showing that disgusting, shameless, and fearless expression.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiaotian suddenly became clever.

Lin Xiyue told herself this only to lower her expectations of him, in order to prevent him from revealing more of her flaws after marriage, which he might not be able to accept. So she gave herself a heads-up in advance.

He wanted to make a promise to himself that no matter what she became or what her true nature was, he would never abandon her.

They didn't consider how they would feel upon hearing this, nor did they consider whether they would be hurt or saddened.

Just like Su Luo treated his sister without considering his own feelings, he didn't even say sorry to her.

These brother and sister are truly complete egoists, completely disregarding their own feelings.

But what could he do?

One was his best brother.

One was his girlfriend of over five years.

Did he and his sister owe these two siblings a debt in their past life, so they're being taken advantage of by them in this life?

A deep sorrow spread from the bottom of my heart.

Ye Xiaotian turned his head to look out the window. The sky was still blue, the sun was still bright, and the weather was really nice!

A slow smile played on her lips, and her vision gradually blurred.

Ye Xiaotian rubbed his eyes, looked at Lin Xiyue again, and tentatively asked.

What if I said I didn't want to marry you?

Lin Xiyue paused slightly, then lowered her head, took out an ultrasound report from her bag, and smiled.

"I am pregnant."

"..."

Ye Xiaotian was completely under control, with no way out whatsoever.

...

evening.

Zhang Ming and a beautiful young woman wearing a dark blue cheongsam strolled aimlessly down the pedestrian street.

While waiting at the traffic light.

The young woman took his slightly cool hand in hers.

Zhang Ming turned his head in surprise and teased.

Aren't you afraid your husband will see?

Zhou Yan gently shook her head, her beautiful peach blossom eyes curving into a lovely arc as she smiled.

"He's away on a business trip and won't be back until tomorrow night."

She and her husband have been married for five years, and the passionate period is long over. Her husband has been busy with his career for the past two years and has rarely had time to spend with her.

Two months ago, I met Zhang Ming at a bar with a friend and fell in love with him at first sight. Zhang Ming was young and handsome.

The two drank a few glasses of wine together, and before they knew it, they were at a hotel.

That night rekindled her long-lost passion. She didn't hide it from Zhang Ming and told him that she was married. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ming not only didn't look down on her, but became even more excited, saying that it wouldn't affect her family and that she only needed to spend time with him occasionally.

So the two naturally began dating in private.

Zhang Ming looked at her face, which bore a striking resemblance to Nami Ozawa, especially when she smiled; the resemblance was even more pronounced.

His heart started racing involuntarily, unsure whether it was because of his own deep affection or because Ozawa Nami had hurt him so deeply back then.

Over the past five years, he has met so many women, but he still can't forget her.

Later, he realized that he had never truly won her over. Although they were in a relationship, she never let him touch her, let alone win her heart.

Perhaps what we can't have is always the best.

Seeing that Zhang Ming remained silent, Zhou Yan made a suggestion.

"Let's not go to the hotel tonight, how about we come to my place instead?"

Zhang Ming's eyes widened in surprise. This woman was really something else, actually wanting to take him to her house. Interesting, really interesting.

"Okay, let's go grab a drink first. There's a small pub up ahead that looks newly opened."

He hadn't planned to drink, but seeing the Japanese-style decor of the izakaya and the cherry blossom tree in front of it reminded him of Nami Ozawa. The beautiful image of Nami Ozawa in a kimono popped into his mind again, making him itchy.

He also bought Zhou Yan a kimono later and let her try it on. He thought it would look good, since she looked a lot like Nami and had a good figure.

"Okay, whatever you say."

Zhou Yan gripped Zhang Ming's hand, and the two quickly crossed the pedestrian crossing.

I walked slowly toward the izakaya and pushed open the door.

Two female waitresses in pink kimonos greeted the two warmly at the entrance.

"Hello, sir, are you two?"

Zhang Ming nodded slightly. "Gentlemen, do you have a private room?"

The waiter smiled apologetically.

"Excuse me, sir, the private rooms are all full. Could we have a table in the main hall? We have a window seat available."

"Alright."

"Please come with me."

"Um."

Zhang Ming pulled Zhou Yan and followed the waiter to the innermost window seat, where the two sat facing each other.

The waiter handed over the menu, and Zhang Ming casually ordered a few dishes and a few bottles of wine without even asking Zhou Yan's opinion.

Zhou Yan didn't mind; she was used to Zhang Ming not considering her thoughts and feelings.

After all, she wasn't really dating him; she was just playing around, so there was no need to worry about these little issues, as long as he could satisfy her.

After ordering, Zhang Ming took out a cigarette from his pocket, put one in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, took a light puff, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke.

Zhou Yan rubbed her chin with one hand, gazing at him with fascination. She felt that he was also handsome when he smoked, possessing a roguish charm that her husband lacked, exuding a powerful masculine aura.

She didn't understand why he wouldn't find a girlfriend and date properly, and why he would still date her even though he knew she had a husband.

How strange, I don't understand his thoughts at all.