Let's Get Married

Gladys doesn't mean to embarrass Lily, and Lily is not mad at her. She explains softly, "No, he is just a friend."

"I see." Gladys rubs her hair awkwardly. "Sorry for my mistake. It’s just that I never get the chance to meet your husband."

"It's okay." Lily smiles, "Pack up and get ready to go home."

"Yes!"

Lily feels tired after closing the shop. Dinner is ready at home, so Ryan offers to drive the mother and son back to the Imperial Villa. Before getting off, Lily invites him to dinner.

Ryan looks out above her shoulder at the gate, replying a moment later,

"Thanks, but I have something else to do."

"Just grab a bite before you go. You haven't eaten yet," Lily insists, feeling she owes him a favor for his help.

Ryan is persuaded and parks the car in the yard, following her inside.

Fanny has heard some stories about Ryan from Lily. Knowing that he has helped Lily a lot, she warmly greets him with the delicacies.

"Miss Lily, I wasn't informed about a visitor, so I just made four dishes and one soup. I wonder if this is enough?" Fanny is a little worried.

Lily hands the chopsticks to Ryan and answers, "It's fine, Fanny. He is a close friend. He won't mind."

"Good. Good."

Stir-fried lotus root slices, sweet and sour ribs, steamed fish, matsutake chicken soup, and Adair's favorite cashew nut and shrimp... The hot dishes, warm lights, and enchanting fragrance altogether give everyone a nice appetite.

bowl in front of

soup. He takes a glance at it and sees the yellow oil bubbles floating on the surface. However, for Lily's sake, he braces himself to take a sip. And it turns out different from

much

simple meal is satisfying for Ryan. Not only because he has longed for home-cooked food, but because Lily and Adair eat with him, which makes him

although they were not together every day, they only have each other. A meal together from time to time provides great

staring at the food

with Adair following the meal. Lily doesn't persuade him to stay. She walks him

answers casually. Actually, he is not someone to be bothered by the traffic police. Raising his eyebrows while glancing at the

starts it. Then the Black Aston Martin drives quickly out of the courtyard and disappears into the night. Lily only

...

dinner again and again, and this question hovers in his

has told himself to let go, but now his resolution starts to

himself, and a force of inexplicable hostility runs wild

up, the car wanders for about half an hour. He is dry-mouthed and miffed, parking the car by the roadside with a swing of

and gulps it down outside the store. The chilly sensation it

at a bar across the

seconds, he throws the bottle into

his watch, which probably is

greets him, "Hello, sir. Do you

look at him, saying arrogantly,

"No problem. Follow me."

music and the noisy laughter come from the dance floor. Winfred brings him to the best VIP seat of the grandstand on the second floor, which costs 50,000 yuan. That much money is nothing to him,

second floor. He does not strike people as the type who would frequent bars, but his aura

but aloof, he looks like