Song Wan's expression changed, but Lin Zhaojiang tightened his grip on her hand, a calm smile on his face.
"This probably has nothing to do with skincare, but rather with one's temperament," he said, emphasizing each word. "Who doesn't grow old someday? When Wanwan reaches your age, I believe she will be an elegant and beautiful lady. Time will only make her more composed, not more bitter or sarcastic."
After speaking, Lin Zhaojiang looked at the little woman beside him with doting eyes.
His words were heard by everyone around, who turned to watch the spectacle, and whispers arose from the crowd.
He Cangwu felt humiliated and was about to change the subject when his teammate launched another attack.
"Ha, my joke actually evoked so many feelings from President Lin! It seems President Lin really dotes on Miss Song. But I heard... Miss Song hasn't accepted President Lin's marriage proposal yet? I wonder if President Lin will be there for Miss Song until the day they grow old?"
Song Wan looked up at her and met her arrogant gaze.
"Miss Song, that's good enough. Why not take advantage of the best years of your life and get married? Don't wait until you're old and gray..."
"If we really wait until that day, wouldn't that mean growing old together with Zhaojiang?" Song Wan finally couldn't hold back any longer and said this with a smile.
Lin Zhaojiang was somewhat surprised, his heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm.
Song Wan's voice was gentle yet firm: "Marriage is just one form of love, and it doesn't represent everything. Besides, I'm just not agreeing to marry him yet. Some people do have marriages, but it seems... they're not doing very well."
Duan Jinrong's eyes darkened as he looked at her coldly.
“Zhaojiang and I are different,” Song Wan chuckled. “Even without marriage, we will always only have each other in our hearts. Even if I never accept his proposal, I will stay by his side for the rest of my life. When we are old and gray, my white hair will be my veil. Just thinking about it is quite romantic. What do you think, Mrs. He?”
At that moment, some voices came from among the guests, "Hey, it sounds pretty romantic!"
"When she said her marriage was unhappy, was she referring to Mrs. He?"
"It's true... They say writers are jealous of each other, but it's quite amusing to see two writers bickering, haha!"
Song Wan took Lin Zhaojiang's arm, nestled against him like a little bird, and gave him a sweet smile.
Duan Jinrong's expression darkened; realizing he'd made a fool of himself, he turned and left with a sullen face. He Cangwu apologized repeatedly, and then, continuing from where he left off, offered a forced, insincere compliment to Song Wan on her talent.
"Miss Song's line about a full head of white hair being a white veil... is very original, hahaha!"
Those around He Cangwu couldn't help but laugh when they heard his awkward laugh.
"Um... Mr. Lin, Ms. Song, I'm so sorry." He Cangwu said embarrassedly, "My wife is used to being domineering and arrogant. She takes advantage of her status in the writers' circle to cause trouble all the time... Please don't take it to heart!"
Lin Zhaojiang curled his lips. "Mr. He, I don't consider myself a magnanimous person. On the contrary, I'm extremely vengeful!"
"Mr. Lin, you flatter me!" He Cangwu's expression changed, and he said with a forced smile, "If a suitable opportunity arises in the future, I guarantee I will introduce Miss Song to a few screenwriters. Perhaps we can even collaborate..."
"Are you sure the screenwriter you're recommending is more influential than the screenwriters at the media company owned by the Huo family in Yangcheng?"
"this……"
“Lu Lishan, the CEO of Qingshan Entertainment, is my brother-in-law, and Huo Zhixing, the chairman of Yufeng Media, also has some connections with the Lu family. If Wanwan really needs help, there’s no need to trouble Mr. and Mrs. He.”
"Yes, yes." He Cangwu nodded and bowed, a bead of sweat sliding down his face.
"However, I hope Mr. He can open his eyes wide and properly recognize the people around him. It would be best not to let the wrong people continue to hold the right positions!"
He Cangwu was taken aback and was about to say something when Lin Zhaojiang walked away with Song Wan in his arms.
He watched their backs, especially Song Wan's, and fell into deep thought for a long time.
Lin Zhaojiang led Song Wan to a secluded lounge.
He felt sorry for her blisters from wearing high heels for so long, so he specially asked his assistant to bring her a pair of flat shoes. After avoiding the crowd, he naturally picked her up. Song Wan let out a soft gasp and then met his smiling gaze.
She smiled, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning against his chest affectionately, letting him hold her.
Lin Zhaojiang could still hear Song Wan's words echoing in his ears.
He was overjoyed but dared not show it too obviously. He was afraid she had only said those things on a whim, afraid she would think he was being too proud, afraid…
He has too many fears.
This anxious and indecisive demeanor is completely different from the decisive and authoritative Lin Zhaojiang.
Song Wan noticed something was wrong with him and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing."
"Are you... thinking about what I just said?"
Lin Zhaojiang was startled and almost dropped her.
Song Wan smiled, a sweet smile, her dimples seeming to hold all the beauty in the world. She asked him to put her down, then she tiptoed and whispered in his ear, "What I just said was from the bottom of my heart."
Lin Zhaojiang tried his best to restrain himself, but he still couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from turning up.
“But… don’t rush it, okay?” Song Wan held his hand. “Whether it’s love or marriage, I hope it will be a long-lasting, gentle journey. That has never changed.”
Lin Zhaojiang raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek.
It's not just this one thing that hasn't changed; from the beginning until now, nothing about her has changed.
She remained steadfast in her love for him, unwavering in her devotion. He once thought he had lost the most precious person in the world, but fate had been kind to him, bringing her back after many twists and turns.
Lin Zhaojiang's eyes welled up with tears. He suddenly hugged her and whispered in her ear in a hoarse voice, "With your words, I feel at ease."
"I want to grow old with you." Song Wan's cheeks flushed slightly. "I'm also willing to try... to have another child for you."
The man laughed and gently kissed her forehead. Just as he was about to touch her lips, a voice suddenly came from the corner!
"Hey, can you stop blocking the light?"
The two were startled!
The lounge was very secluded, with only a dim light on inside. The two of them were standing by the window, so they didn't notice the person in the corner from the moment they entered...
At that moment, the man took off his baseball cap, revealing a mischievous and unruly smile.
"He Nianhui?" Song Wan was stunned.
He was sitting there drawing, a sketchbook in his hand, his brushes moving rapidly across the paper as if under a spell, the sound of the brushstrokes hitting the paper making a soft scratching noise.
"Okay, don't move!" He raised his hand, using a pen as a ruler, and squinted as he measured. "This is the angle, don't move!"
Lin Zhaojiang and Song Wan looked at each other, feeling both amused and bewildered.
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