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◎Proposal◎
Sang Xinqi looked at him, feeling mixed emotions. "Xu Jianian, you really..."
"real……"
She repeated it.
"Really what?" Xu Jianian leaned forward slightly and looked at her seriously.
"That's great," Sang Xinqi exhaled, an indescribable bitterness welling up in her throat. "I can't respond to your passionate and sincere feelings."
Xu Jianian smiled upon hearing this, with a gentle arc at the corner of his eyes, "It's okay."
He then continued, "I didn't expect you to respond in the first place."
Sang Xinqi was stunned.
"I'll bring the samples to the school next Tuesday," Xu Jianian said, changing the subject naturally. "If the school is satisfied with the design and the results, we'll go to the factory I've contacted on Wednesday to take a look."
"Okay," she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't changed the subject, she really didn't know how to end the conversation.
"Okay, then I'll leave first," Xu Jianian said.
Sang Xinqi nodded, "Okay."
With that, Sang Xinqi stood up and walked the man to the studio door.
-
When it was time to get off work, Sang Xinqi packed up her things neatly and left the studio on time.
It was six o'clock in the winter and it was not yet completely dark. As soon as Sang Xinqi went out, she saw Liao Yishen leaning against the car.
Her eyes lit up and she trotted back to him.
Liao Yishen had already opened the car door for her like a gentleman. After she sat down, he gently closed the door and walked around to the driver's seat.
The car was filled with the faint scent of osmanthus, which Liao Yishen liked.
Sang Xinqi fastened her seatbelt and suddenly seemed to remember something when she exclaimed, "Oh, I forgot to take my school uniform."
Liao Yishen chuckled when he heard this, and tender lines appeared at the corners of his eyes. "I was just joking, did you take it seriously?"
"You!" Sang Xinqi finally realized that she was being teased, and puffed up her cheeks to glare at him.
Liao Yishen turned his head to look at her, his eyes full of doting, "You are so easy to fool."
"Go away!" Sang Xinqi pretended to be angry and turned her face away, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.
As he spoke, Liao Yishen started the car. It was the rush hour and there were many vehicles on the road, so Liao Yishen didn't drive fast.
When I encountered a red light, it took a long time.
Liao Yishen suddenly cleared his throat uncomfortably, "There seems to be something on your face."
Sang Xinqi reached out and touched her cheek in confusion, "Did it fall off?"
"It's still there," Liao Yishen looked ahead, his voice a little nervous, "Check it in the mirror."
Sang Xinqi nodded and reached out to open the makeup mirror on the sun visor.
At the moment the mirror flipped down, an exquisite silver chain suddenly fell in front of his eyes, and the butterfly-shaped pendant sparkled with tiny rays of light in the dim light.
She covered her mouth in surprise and turned to look at Liao Yishen, who was pretending to concentrate on driving. "There's nothing on my face, right?"
Only then did Liao Yishen reveal a triumphant smile, with joy in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Sang Xinqi carefully took off the necklace and gently stroked the exquisitely crafted butterfly pendant with her fingertips. This was a new model that she had seen several times before but had never bought. It had a simple and elegant design, but was quite expensive.
"Why are you sending me a gift suddenly? Today is not a special day." She asked softly, her voice unable to hide her joy.
Liao Yishen took advantage of the gap between gear changes to quickly glance at her and said, "I just want to see you happy."
This simple and straightforward love statement made Sang Xinqi's heart tremble.
Liao Yishen, who is usually calm and introverted, rarely says such words, but they are more touching than any gorgeous confession.
She lowered her head, the corners of her lips unconsciously raised, and she held the necklace tightly in her palm, as if she was holding the sweetness of the whole world.
After returning home, Sang Xinqi was still immersed in the joy of receiving the gift, and she couldn't wait to try on the necklace.
"I'll help you put it on," Liao Yishen took the necklace, his voice so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the moment.
Sang Xinqi turned around obediently, feeling his slender fingers gently brushing away the loose hair on the back of her neck.
When the slightly cool metal chain touched her skin, she couldn't help but hold her breath. His fingertips occasionally brushed against the back of her neck, causing a slight shudder.
"Okay," Liao Yishen's voice was close to his ear.
Sang Xinqi walked quickly to the dressing mirror.
The silver chain flickered softly around her fair neck, and the butterfly, with its wings spread out, landed right on the hollow of her collarbone, making her skin look as white as snow.
She couldn't help but touch the pendant lightly, her eyes filled with joy, "It's really beautiful."
The moment she turned around to say thank you, her breathing suddenly stopped. Liao Yishen had already knelt on one knee with an open velvet ring box in his hand.
The ring inside was particularly dazzling, but not as dazzling as the tension and anticipation flashing in his eyes.
"Sangsang," his voice trembled slightly, and even his fingers holding the ring box trembled slightly, "Will you marry me?"
Sang Xinqi only felt a sore nose and her vision blurred instantly.
She had imagined the proposal scene countless times, perhaps in a restaurant covered with roses, or perhaps in the night sky with fireworks blooming, but she never thought it would be on such an ordinary night, in the home they lived in together, and she was wearing the necklace he had just given her.
There was no gorgeous decoration, no witnesses, only his trembling lips and eyes full of love. Such a simple and sincere proposal made her more excited than any carefully designed scene.
Sang Xinqi raised her face and tried hard to blink to prevent the tears from falling, but the corners of her mouth rose uncontrollably, blooming into a smile brighter than spring days.
"I do," her voice was slightly choked, but she was very firm. "Liao Yishen, I do."
As if she was afraid that he didn't hear clearly, she repeated it again carefully, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from the softest part of her heart.
She stretched out her left hand, her fingertips still trembling with excitement. Liao Yishen understood and carefully took out the diamond ring from the velvet box.
When he held her fingers, Sang Xinqi could clearly feel the dampness in his palms. It turned out that even he, who was always calm, could be so nervous that his palms would sweat.
When the cold metal was slowly pushed into the base of her finger, Sang Xinqi suddenly felt a pain in her chest. Before Liao Yishen could put it on completely, she could no longer bear it and threw herself into his arms, burying her face deeply in his shoulder.
"Liao Yishen..." She called his name, her voice muffled by the fabric of his clothes, with a strong nasal tone. His familiar scent made her feel at ease, but also made her want to cry even more, "I like you so much!"
Liao Yishen tightened his arms and held her tightly in his embrace. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his voice full of laughter and doting, "I like you very much."
Sang Xinqi raised her head from his arms, tears still hanging in the corners of her eyes, but she smiled like a child who had the whole world, and that smile was particularly bright.
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After dinner in the evening, Sang Xinqi returned to the bedroom, while Liao Yishen cleaned up the dishes.
Sang Xinqi stood in front of the wardrobe and took out the lace pajamas she had made some time ago. The delicate satin was embroidered with dark patterns, and the hollow design on the back made her skin faintly visible.
Then she took her pajamas and went to the bathroom to wash up.
When she came out after washing up, she found Liao Yishen leaning against the head of the bed.
He was wearing a dark gray robe with a slightly open collar, and was reading a book with great interest.
Hearing the noise, he looked up.
With a "click", the hardcover book fell to the ground.
Liao Yishen's Adam's apple rolled noticeably, and his eyes were fixed on her as if attracted by a magnet. Her silk pajamas rippled with her steps, and her long legs at the slit were particularly attractive.
"Don't look at me like that," Sang Xinqi's ears felt hot, and she hurriedly pressed the switch on the wall. In the suddenly dark room, the moon night light on the bedside cast a soft light on her outline, and the lace cast fine shadows on her waist, which added a bit of hazy temptation than before.
Liao Yishen's breath approached instantly, his hot palm pressed against the hollowed-out area on her lower back. His voice was incredibly hoarse, "Sangsang," he kissed her shoulder, then traced her collarbone to kiss her lips, "You are so beautiful."
Sang Xinqi trembled slightly in his arms, her palms pressing on his tense back muscles.
Gradually, the intertwined breathing sounds in the room became heavier.
…
In the early morning, Sang Xinqi woke up in a daze, and felt a faint pain in her temples. She subconsciously turned over to look for that familiar embrace, but found nothing.
She opened her sleepy eyes and looked around. The bedroom was quiet and she was the only one there.
"Where have you been so early in the morning?" she muttered softly, reaching for her phone on the bedside table.
Tap your finger on the screen: "Where did you go?"
The other party replied almost immediately: "I'm making breakfast across the street."
Sang Xinqi's lips curled up unconsciously, and she replied with a short "OK", then stood up to wash up.
The cold water splashed on her face, dispelling some of her sleepiness. She tied her hair up casually, walked to the opposite house in slippers.
When he opened the door, the aroma of fried eggs hit him in the face. Liao Yishen was standing in front of the stove with an apron on. He turned around when he heard the noise.
"What a virtuous boyfriend~" Sang Xinqi leaned against the door frame, her eyes smiling into crescents.
Although he knew she was joking, Liao Yishen couldn't help but blushing. He coughed lightly and said, "Hurry up and sit down and eat."
Sang Xinqi said, "Okay."
While eating breakfast, Liao Yishen seemed a little absent-minded.
When he was almost done eating, he put down his chopsticks and said carefully, "Let's go shopping later. I always feel like there's not enough to buy."
Sang Xinqi followed his gaze to the mountain of gift boxes in the corner of the living room, feeling both amused and helpless. "Isn't this enough? Are you trying to empty the supermarket?"
"Let's take another look," Liao Yishen insisted, with a look of stubborn seriousness in his eyes.
"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say," Sang Xinqi smiled compromisingly and reached out to pinch his tense cheek.
After dinner, the two of them packed up and went out, and they didn't come back until the evening.
I tidied up and went to bed, but I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. I don't know who took the initiative to do it, but when I fell asleep, it was already past one in the morning.
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On Sunday morning, Sang Xinqi was awakened by a rustling noise. She had slept late the previous night and her eyelids were heavy with sleep.
"Liao Yishen, what time is it?" She asked with a thick nasal voice and suppressed anger in her tone, "Why are you still moving?"
She didn't even bother to open her eyes while she spoke.
"Six thirty," Liao Yishen's voice was a little tense, "I can't sleep."
Sang Xinqi finally opened her heavy eyelids and saw him sitting up in the morning light, his back leaning against the headboard.
"We slept very late last night..." She sighed helplessly, her voice softening.
Liao Yi took a deep breath and said, "Sorry for disturbing you. I'll go out for a walk. You can sleep a little longer." Then he was about to get up.
Sang Xinqi quickly reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, hanging on his back like a koala, her cheek pressed against his warm back, "My dad is not a tiger, he doesn't eat people..."
She felt the muscles under her palms gradually relax. Liao Yishen turned around and hugged her in his arms. His laughter was muffled. "I know, it's just that I can't control my nervousness."
Sang Xinqi nuzzled against his chest and patted his back gently like she was coaxing a child, "Okay, okay, lie down with me for a while."
In this warm embrace, Liao Yishen's tense nerves finally relaxed slowly. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He had obviously made sufficient preparations, but he was always worried that he would not get her father's approval.
I slept for quite a long time and it was already half past nine when I woke up.
Liao Yishen suddenly jumped up from the bed.
Sang Xinqi rubbed her eyes and said, "It's okay. There will be enough time."
"We just need to arrive before twelve o'clock, just in time for lunch."
Liao Yishen attached great importance to this meeting, "That won't do."
As he said that, he quickly got up and packed up.
Sang Xinqi noticed his inner anxiety and quickened her pace when washing up.
By the time she had washed and dressed, Liao Yishen had already put the gifts he bought in the car.
At 10:20, the sun was shining brightly, and the two finally set off.
Fortunately, the journey was not far and there was no traffic jam on the road. Before eleven o'clock, the car slowly stopped in the underground garage downstairs of Sang Xinqi's house.
After going upstairs, Liao Yi took a deep breath. Seeing his fearful look, Sang Xinqi couldn't help but laugh out loud, "It's okay. If you keep doing this, I'll get nervous too."
Without waiting for his response, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.
The door opened almost instantly. It was obvious that Mr. and Mrs. Sang had been waiting for a long time. Mrs. Sang came over with a smile on her face, "Yi Shen, you're here!"
"Hello, uncle and aunt," Liao Yishen bowed slightly, his voice steady, but his fingertips quietly clenched the rope of the gift box.
"Come in, come in!" Mother Sang greeted warmly.
Father Sang calmly took the things from his hand. His gaze lingered on him briefly before turning to the pile of gift boxes on the ground. His brows raised slightly, "So many?"
Sang Xinqi smiled and said, "This is only part of it. There's more in the car."
"Then Yi Shen and I will go down and get it," Father Sang suddenly said in a calm tone.
"Ah?" Sang Xinqi was stunned and subconsciously looked at Liao Yishen.
"Okay, uncle," Liao Yishen agreed readily and even nodded slightly to her, with a look in his eyes that made her feel at ease.
Sang Xinqi blinked and suddenly realized that, yes, he would have to face this hurdle on his own. So she smiled and watched the two men walk towards the elevator one after another. A sense of anticipation inexplicably arose in her heart.
-
Awkwardness spread between the two of them until they reached the underground garage. Sang's father suddenly spoke, his voice echoing slightly in the empty garage. "Sangsang mentioned you to me when we were in high school and even showed me a photo of you two together."
Liao Yishen paused slightly, his Adam's apple rolling, "Hmm."
He deserved it seriously, and his fingers unconsciously loosened.
Walking to the front of the car, Liao Yishen pressed the car key and the trunk slowly rose.
Father Sang didn't go to get the things immediately. Instead, he leaned against the car, his eyes piercing. "When she left to go abroad, did you hate her?"
This question came suddenly, and Liao Yishen's back tensed instantly.
He was silent for two seconds, his voice a little hoarse, "To be honest, it's impossible not to blame."
He raised his head, his eyes frank, "But when I met her again eight years later, all the resentment had long been diluted by time, and all that remained was the renewed heartbeat."
Sang's father's eyes grew sharper. Liao Yishen met his gaze and continued, "Uncle, I guess you're worried that if I get close to Sangsang again, I might have ulterior motives." He paused, "You're worried that if I treat her well now, she'll change in the future."
Father Sang raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
This young man was more insightful than he had imagined.
"I can assure you," Liao Yishen's voice was steady and powerful, "I will always treat her well."
Father Sang suddenly smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Young man, I promise I'm talking to you now."
His smile did not reach his eyes. "But it doesn't matter. I'm only concerned about the present. If you dare to let her suffer any injustice in the future," he didn't finish his words, but the warning in his eyes was self-evident.
Liao Yishen nodded seriously, "I understand."
He reached for the gift in the trunk, his fingertips no longer shaking.
What Mr. Sang said was equivalent to temporarily recognizing him.
When the two returned to the house carrying the carefully prepared gifts, the dining table was already filled with sumptuous dishes, and the tempting aroma filled the entire living room.
Mother Sang, wearing an apron, poked her head out of the kitchen and said, "Please sit down first. I'll just stir-fry some vegetables."
After saying that, he turned around and immersed himself in the clinking sound of spatulas.
Father Sang went into the kitchen to help.
Seeing this, Sang Xinqi quietly pulled Liao Yishen to the entrance, stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "What did my dad say to you?"
A gentle smile spread across Liao Yishen's eyes. He reached out and tucked her scattered hair behind her ears. "Uncle just told me to take good care of you."
"Nothing else?" Sang Xinqi narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"No more," Liao Yishen raised three fingers as if to swear, but couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her pouting lips.
At this time, Mother Sang came out of the kitchen carrying the last dish, "Sangsang, Yi Shen. Come and eat!"
Sang Xinqi responded, "Okay."
The four of them sat down, and Mother Sang kept putting food into Liao Yishen's bowl. "Yi Shen, try this braised spareribs. I specially stewed it in a clay pot for two hours."
Liao Yishen picked up the bowl and said, "Thank you, Auntie."
Mother Sang said, "You're welcome."
In the blink of an eye, Liao Yishen's rice bowls piled up like a small mountain.
Sang Xinqi deliberately pushed the bowl in front of her mother, "Mom, you are too partial, my bowl is still empty!"
"You child," Mother Sang poked her daughter's forehead with a smile, "why are you being so polite in your own home?" Having said that, she still picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it into her daughter's bowl.
There wasn't much conversation at the dinner table, but the warm atmosphere made everyone relax. After dinner, the four of them moved to the living room to drink tea and chat.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Sang Xinqi stood up and straightened her skirt. "Mom and Dad, we're ready to leave. We want to go out for a walk later."
Mother Sang put down the teacup in her hand and stood up quickly. "Okay, I know you young people have your own plans, so I won't keep you any longer."
As he spoke, his eyes moved between the two of them, and fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes due to laughter.
Liao Yishen also stood up and bowed politely, "Uncle and aunt, we will take our leave now."
At this moment, Mother Sang suddenly remembered something and quickly walked to the locker, pulling out several boxes of beautifully wrapped gifts. "Take these back with you. They're all supplements. Your uncle and I can't finish so much."
"Auntie, there's really no need," Liao Yishen waved his hands quickly, but Mother Sang forced it in his direction.
Sang Xinqi watched the two of them pushing each other, chuckled, and reached out to take it. "Okay, okay, can't I take it?" She shook the gift box in her hand mischievously.
"You little girl!" Mother Sang pretended to hit her, but her hand gently fell on her daughter's shoulder, her eyes full of doting.
After leaving the Sang family, Liao Yi breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders finally relaxing. After getting into the car, he suddenly turned around, cupped Sang Xinqi's face, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "I'm so happy."
"Hmm?" Sang Xinqi was a little confused by his sudden intimacy.
"I'm very, very happy to have your parents' approval," Liao Yishen's voice trembled.
Sang Xinqi felt warm in her heart and teased him deliberately, "Are you so happy?"
Liao Yishen nodded heavily, holding her hand against his chest, "Because this means that I can finally marry you openly."
His heartbeat could be felt through his palm, fast and heavy.
"Liao Yishen," she called him.
Liao Yishen hummed.
She leaned on his shoulder and said, "I'm happy too."
Her voice was as light as a feather, but it softened Liao Yishen's heart.
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