The car soon stopped in front of the building where she lived. Neither of them spoke during the whole journey. He drove the car very fast, but when he got home, he suddenly locked it.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, "Don't you want to kill people and silence them if you lose face?"
"Unless I don't want to live either."
Fu Yanye gave her the answer simply and neatly.
Zhuo Jian felt relieved, because he was not the type seeking death and survival.
"I admit that this time is very sudden, but if you want another proposal ceremony, you can tell me."
"You think what I need is a proposal ceremony?"
"Or is it just me that's needed?"
Fu Yanye asked back, without any temper, even looking a little pitiful.
Zhuo Jian turned to look out the window. When she saw Zhuang Mingli, she was stunned and asked him, "Didn't you bribe the doorman?"
"Um?"
Fu Yanye didn't come back to her senses for a moment, until she saw Zhuang Mingli at the entrance of her corridor, and immediately frowned, what was that guy doing here so late?
"Go quickly."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian looked at Zhuang Mingli. He seemed to have spotted them and was walking towards them.
Fu Yanye looked at her doubtfully, as if he didn't understand what she meant.
"Come on, he's coming, hurry up."
The car is still running and you can leave immediately.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but laugh, "Don't you like him?"
"Fu Yanye, what do you want?"
Zhuo Jian was extremely worried.
"Is it okay to go back to Shengyuan?"
"Let's go quickly."
Let's go first.
Zhuo Jian didn't want to meet Zhuang Mingli again at this time.
Fu Yanye knew that she was really anxious, and he just didn't want the night to end hastily, so he quickly retreated, turned around, and left the community.
Zhuang Mingli: "..."
Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the community. After walking for a while, she whispered: "Park the car on the side of the road."
Fu Yanye stopped the car on the side of the road and turned to look at her again, "What's wrong?"
"Do you think I will really go to Shengyuan with you?"
"You don't want me, and you don't want Zhuang Mingli?"
"You men are all the same."
Zhuo Jian said, then opened the door and got out of the car, carrying her bag and walking forward.
Fu Yanye got out of the car and caught up with her, and continued walking beside her, "Give me another chance."
"I don't."
"Zhuo Jian."
He took two long steps and stood in front of her, even looking solemn.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in the moonlight, "Fu Yanye, you are already over thirty years old."
"promise me."
He was choked, but after a few seconds he formally stated his request.
"What did you promise?"
Zhuo Jian was puzzled.
"I don't want to be an ex-husband."
As he spoke, he took the ring out of his pocket, held it on his fingertips and brought it to her.
It was obvious what he had promised, but when Zhuo Jian looked at the ring, he only felt heartbroken.
With an inexplicable heat in her eyes, she met his gaze again. She had been so aggrieved until this moment, and she was so stubborn whenever she made a sound, "Fu Yanye, don't always think that you still have the ability to save me."
"I have to work hard."
He could hear the sadness in her voice, and her eyes were crystal clear.
It's not that she has no feelings for him, she just needs a suitable time.
He looked around to make sure it was quiet enough and no one would disturb him, and then slowly knelt down on one knee again.
Zhuo Jian was about to burst into tears, her voice filled with a suppressed cry: "I won't agree, never."