Chapter 146 Chapter 146
What would it be like to propose? Someone seemed to have asked him that question on a TV show. "I'd probably propose underwater," he seemed to have replied. It had to be earth-shattering.
It would never be like this, lying in bed with an unshaven face, wearing the pajama suit he brought from the plane, relaxed as if asking "what's for dinner tonight." Lia suddenly woke up.
She looked up at him, almost in fear, as if to confirm whether he was joking. —No, he wasn't. He looked into her eyes seriously. She took a few seconds to react. Perhaps this scene was too common,
His tone was too casual. Besides, they certainly couldn't possibly get married right now. For an idol on the rise, marriage would be tantamount to ruining their career. "Okay, we'll get married next time we get the chance."
She agreed nonchalantly and went back to sleep. Quan Zhilong lifted her face with disapproval. Although it was a spur-of-the-moment reaction, aside from the momentary shock, it was far too flat.
Shouldn't I panic, shyly, and repeatedly confirm? "Really?" "Oppa, are you really going to marry me?" Or, even worse, even if she says she needs a big diamond ring to agree, that's fine.
Lia's sleepiness completely dissipated. She simply leaned back against the pillow, opened her eyes, and looked directly at him. "Why?" she asked why she wanted to get married. Quan Zhilong was stunned.
It was as if he had made this request on impulse, countless thoughts flashing through his mind, but he couldn't express them. Because he was uneasy. He wanted certainty, something that couldn't be taken away. And because it was her.
He had imagined them getting married, and that desire reached its peak at this moment. He had never made such a promise in previous relationships. Because people's hearts are fleeting, and no one can guarantee the future. He was definitely not joking.
But he soon realized Lia's real problem. Reality. The impossibility of reality made his words completely lose their effectiveness. Humans are really strange creatures. In previous relationships, it was always others who chased him.
Want to make it public, want a name. "Don't you want to?" he asked. Lia looked at him again. "If we get married, we must first decide whether to make it public." She counted on her fingers.
It seemed like she was really considering the feasibility of this. "Then I need to make time to take you to meet my parents and tell my uncle and aunt. Then we need to register. International marriages seem to require embassy notarization..."
Her voice echoed softly in the night. It wasn't a love message, but it strangely comforted him. His actions just now could even be called unreasonable, but she solemnly described this future for him.
"Public," "schedule," "embassy"... With each word, the throbbing in his heart grew stronger. And meeting her parents... Wait, wait. Quan Zhilong suddenly froze.
He suddenly realized something he hadn't noticed before—he hadn't even met his parents yet. And what about marriage? He had no status or status at all. "I haven't even met my uncle and aunt yet..." he began quietly.
"...Oh, yeah." Lia was stunned, as if she had just remembered this. The two of them fell silent again, and began to think about why Quan Zhilong hadn't met his parents yet.
Actually, they had only been dating for two years. It was just because they had known each other for so long, and Lia had been close to Han Jilan for a long time, that the situation seemed one-sided.
Given his current schedule, it was clearly not possible for him to take some time off to fly to the United States for a visit. Lia looked at him innocently and blinked.
She actually didn't think it was a big problem, after all, they were not in the same circle of life, but he seemed to mind it particularly.
Quan Zhilong had already grabbed his phone and was poring over his schedule—from now until the end of the year, there weren't even two days of free time. "Oppa, have you ever met your parents in your past relationships?" she suddenly became curious.
He froze. He looked up to confirm that she was simply curious, then answered cautiously, "...I've seen some of them, right?" "Oh?"
He suddenly felt like he had shot himself in the foot: "They are not formal visits. We are close so we meet occasionally." Lia nodded and did not ask any more questions.
This was the first time they'd discussed their exes, and both of them felt a little uncomfortable. Quan Zhilong pretended to fiddle with his phone for a few seconds and asked, "What about you?" "Hmm?"
Lia was stunned for a moment before reacting, looking at him helplessly. "...It was your birthday that time, and I went to pick you up. We weren't in a relationship at the time, so it couldn't be considered a formal meeting."
She was too young in her last relationship, and it hadn't reached that level. Almost as soon as she spoke, Quan Zhilong had obviously thought of it. Even though it had been several years ago, he could still clearly remember how he felt at the time.
He was completely furious. Or perhaps... rather than anger, it was instinctive jealousy. They weren't even lovers at the time. He was jealous because he cared about her.
Because he didn't care enough, he could initiate the cold war with her with that almost contemptuous attitude. He seemed to have selectively forgotten many things in the past, and now, at this point in time, those memories suddenly surfaced one after another -
Whether it was her cautiousness or his confidence, this realization made his heart ache. Lia also fell silent. He was obviously not the only one who sensed this, but she hadn't meant to bring it up.
"Anyway, there will always be a chance. If you're free during the New Year, come to my house." She smiled, no longer dwelling on the question. Of course, she wasn't talking about the house in Seoul. Quan Zhilong was stunned.
An indescribable bitterness welled up in his heart, a dense web of guilt, regret, and powerlessness woven together. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out. Any explanation seemed frivolous.
It was hard for him to convince himself that it was because of some different emotions that led to different treatment. He was clearly the one who should treat her best. So he could only lower his head and bury his face in the crook of her neck. "Okay," he said.
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