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.

sleeves and takes the white porcelain bowl in front of Ryan, filling

Lily's sake, he braces himself to take a sip. And it turns out different from what he imagined. Rich but not greasy, the tasty soup invites him

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

longed for home-cooked food, but because Lily and Adair eat

although they were not together every day, they only have

to now... staring at the food in his bowl,

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

by the traffic police. Raising his eyebrows while glancing at the villa, he says, "Go

he steps into the car and starts it. Then the Black Aston Martin drives quickly out of the courtyard and disappears into

...

aimlessly, reliving the scene of them having dinner again

let go, but now his resolution starts

version of himself, and a force of inexplicable

the car by the roadside with a swing of its tail.

and gulps it down outside the store. The chilly sensation

a bar across the

for less than five seconds, he throws the bottle into the trash can and strides

his watch,

sir. Do

him, saying arrogantly, "Give me the

"No problem. Follow me."

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

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

like a man who doesn't enjoy