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.

front of Ryan, filling it with the steaming chicken soup. "This is Fanny's specialty. Try

oil bubbles floating on the surface. However, for Lily's sake, he braces himself to take a sip.

drink more. As much

but because

every day, they only have each

the food in his bowl, Ryan feels everything is

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

is not someone to be bothered by the traffic police. Raising his eyebrows while

Aston Martin drives quickly out of the

...

of them having dinner again and again, and this question hovers in his

let go, but now his

version of himself, and a force of inexplicable hostility runs

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

down outside the store. The chilly sensation it brings doesn't help with the irritation,

at a bar across

less than five seconds, he throws the bottle into the trash

spots him from afar. Ryan's outfit looks extravagant, especially his watch, which probably is worth more than his house. What a big

affably greets him, "Hello, sir. Do you have an

at him,

"No problem. Follow me."

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

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

like a man