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.

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

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 soup invites him to give it another go. "It's good,"

much as you

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

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

staring at the food

doesn't persuade him to stay. She walks him

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

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

go, but now his resolution starts to

a force of inexplicable hostility runs wild in

car by the roadside with a

a bottle of cold water and gulps it down outside the store. The chilly

a bar across the

he throws the bottle into the trash can

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

him, "Hello, sir. Do

does not even look at him, saying

"No problem. Follow me."

and 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

of every woman on the second floor. He does not

like a man