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.

takes the white porcelain bowl in front of Ryan, filling it with the steaming chicken soup. "This is

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

happy to hear that. "Then drink more. As much as

only because he has longed for home-cooked food, but because Lily and Adair eat with him,

day, they only have each other.

at the food in his bowl, Ryan feels everything

to leave after a small chat with Adair following the meal. Lily doesn't persuade him to stay. She

to be bothered by the traffic police. Raising his

Black Aston Martin drives quickly out of the courtyard and disappears

...

streets aimlessly, reliving the scene of them having dinner again and again, and this question hovers in his

go,

a force of inexplicable hostility runs wild in

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

The chilly sensation it brings doesn't help

squints at a bar

throws the bottle into the trash can

outfit looks extravagant, especially his

sir. Do

not even look at him,

"No problem. Follow me."

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, and he also orders the best wine and pays for

floor. He does not strike people

looks like a man who doesn't