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

does not enjoy this kind of greasy 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 what he imagined. Rich but not greasy, the tasty

hear that. "Then drink more. As much as you like, actually. There's still half a

Not only because he has longed for home-cooked food, but because

every day, they only have each other. A

staring at the food

stay. She

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

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

...

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

let go, but now

of himself, and a force of inexplicable hostility runs

dry-mouthed and miffed, parking the car by the roadside with a swing of

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

a bar

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

afar. Ryan's outfit looks extravagant, especially his watch, which probably

affably greets him, "Hello, sir. Do

not even look at him, saying

"No problem. Follow me."

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

the attention of every woman on the second floor. He does not strike

like a man