Han Qiancheng looked down at her and replied seriously: "There is still one child missing."
He lowered his head and placed his thin lips behind Yan Ruoling's ear, and said in a gentle voice: "Ling'er, will you give me a child?"
"child?"
Yan Ruoling's eyes moved slightly, she blinked and said, "How will the child be born?"
Han Qiancheng couldn't help but laugh out loud. He pinched Yan Ruoling's earlobe and said, "My husband will teach you later."
Yan Ruoling pursed her lips and asked, seemingly unhappy, "Why wait until later?"
Han Qiancheng sighed: "Because I still owe you a wedding. You can only have children after we get married."
Yan Ruoling said: "Then let's get married." After a pause, she said again: "Husband, I want to give you a child."
Han Qiancheng was shocked. He suddenly hugged her tightly and buried his head in the crook of her neck. His heart was so excited that it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.
Yan Ruoling asked curiously: "Husband, what's wrong with you?"
Han Qiancheng calmed down and raised his head to look at her: "I'm just too happy, Ling'er. You can't go back on your promise to me. I'll wait for you to give me a child."
Yan Ruoling nodded and said, "I won't regret it."
Han Qiancheng's eyes were hot. He hugged her, but he had a great obsession in his heart.
He really wanted to have a child that belonged to them. In this case, even if Ling'er regained her memory, she would not be willing to leave him again.
Although it was very shameless to do this, he was really afraid that everything he had now was fake and that his Ling'er would leave him.
Therefore, he wants to marry her, let her give him a child, and keep her by his side forever.
...
Three days later.
Ye Xiuchen's injury was almost healed. Shen Zhixu supported him and was walking in the yard when he saw Han Qiancheng striding over.
Seeing him, Shen Zhixu asked in a bad tone: "What are you doing here?"
Han Qiancheng took something out of his arms and handed it to him and Ye Xiuchen, saying, "Come and give me something."
Shen Zhixu took it and opened it, but was shocked when he saw that Han Qiancheng had sent an invitation.
It said that the wedding ceremony of Han Qiancheng and Yan Ruoling would be held in Qianling Valley on the eighth day of May, and he was sincerely invited to attend.
The same is true for Ye Xiuchen.
After reading the invitation, the two of them were so shocked that they didn't come back to their senses for a long time. They looked at each other, then looked at Han Qiancheng, and asked in unison: "Are you serious?"
Han Qiancheng's eyes were heavy: "I won't marry anyone but her in this life."
Shen Zhixu frowned and sneered: "What do you mean? You know who Princess Qinghe is but you still insist on marrying her, and you want to invite us to your wedding. Do you want to humiliate her?"
who?"
He threw the invitation in his hand on the ground, his face full of displeasure.
Han Qiancheng picked up the invitation and said, "Ling'er likes excitement, and I don't want our wedding to be too deserted.
I know you don't agree with this marriage, I don't ask for your blessing, I just hope you can give Ling'er some face, go and support her and make her happy."
Shen Zhixu laughed angrily at him: "If you want her to be happy, you should let us go. You know this is what Princess Qinghe wants most."
Han Qiancheng looked at him with a serious face and said, "I have sent the invitation. You can go or not as you wish, and I will not force you."
With that said, he handed back the invitation that Shen Zhixu had thrown away.
Seeing that Shen Zhixu had no intention of taking it, Ye Xiuchen reached out and took it for him and said, "Go, Princess Qinghe is getting married. As friends, we should celebrate."