Jing Jiaren took something out of her pocket: "I got this when I drank milk tea today."
"What is it?"
"Have you ever heard of this legend? If the pull ring of a can breaks but the drink cannot be opened, it means that the pull ring is chosen by God. Wearing it as a ring on your hand will bring good luck."
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows slightly: "How old are you to still believe this?"
"I believe it very much. I think this is God's hint to me -" Jing Jiaren picked up Ximen Longting's hand and asked, "When are you going to marry me?"
Ximen Longting's big palm froze instantly.
"Since this pull ring is so lucky, if it is used as an engagement ring, will it definitely be successful?"
She looked up into his eyes calmly.
Ximen Longting's eyes became extremely deep and complicated.
"I'll put it on for you - just so you can agree to marry me."
Jing Jiaren was about to put it on her ring finger for him, but he held her hand and avoided her to put the ring on for him.
"Jing Jiaren," he leaned against her lips and exhaled ambiguously, "I heard you right, are you proposing to me?"
"yes."
"Do you really want to marry me?"
"Yes, I want to marry you, I really want to marry you right away -" Jing Jiaren's clear eyes reflected his shadow, "Then will you marry me? When will you marry me?"
Two huge emotions, joy and sorrow, overwhelmed him.
He didn't expect that one day, Jing Jiaren would propose to him——
And he, at this time, couldn't make any promises to her!
The long silence in the space, every minute and second, grinds into Jing Jiaren's heart, turning it into the cruelest torture.
If a man doesn't even want to give her marriage, how can he talk about love? Apart from giving her material satisfaction, and talking about love every day without shame, what else has Ximen Longting given her?
There is no sense of security at all, and he has no sense of responsibility at all.
"Or do you want to tell me that you never planned to marry me?" Jing Jiaren asked in the Leng family's voice, "You once said that I am not worthy of marrying into the Ximen family, and the position of Young Mistress Ximen will never be mine.
.Do you still think so now?"
"Of course not," he kissed her ear, "I will never marry you unless you are in my life."
"Then you agree to marry me?"
"Beauty, it's not the time yet." He said coldly, "Wait for me."
"Okay, I'll wait for you. One year, two years, five years, ten years? How long? Give me a deadline?"
Ximen Longting stared at her: "Did you hear our conversation?"
"What conversation?"
Why would her reaction today be so weird if I didn't hear it?
Ximen Longting stared at her inquiringly.
Jing Jiaren seemed to suddenly remember: "I remember, don't you want to say that after I divorce the husband in name only, you will marry me again?"
Ximen Longting took a heavy breath, and she really heard it.
Jing Jiaren smiled instead of angry, and looked at him with her lips curled up: "Give me an answer."
The sweet words sounded nice, but how did he do it!
"Are you angry?" Ximen Longting's mind sank and he began to panic.
"No, why should I be angry?"
"Your reaction tells me that you are angry."
"I want to know what you are thinking. You can tell me. You are going to arrange my marriage anyway. Sooner or later, you will have to hide this from me. Why don't you tell me frankly?"