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.

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

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 what he imagined. Rich but

drink more. As much as you like, actually. There's still half

he has longed for home-cooked food, but because Lily and Adair eat with him, which makes him feel like they were in

years, although they were not together every day, they only have each other. A meal together

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

to stay. She walks him to his

the traffic police. Raising his eyebrows while glancing at the

starts it. Then the Black Aston Martin drives quickly out

...

the streets aimlessly, reliving the scene of them having dinner again and

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

and a force of

the car by the roadside with a swing of its tail. Then, he

buys a bottle of cold water and gulps it down outside the store. The chilly sensation it brings doesn't help with the irritation,

squints at a bar

five seconds, he throws the bottle

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

greets him, "Hello, sir. Do you

at him, saying arrogantly,

"No problem. Follow me."

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

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

aloof, he looks like a man who doesn't enjoy