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.

the white porcelain bowl in front of Ryan, filling it with the steaming chicken

floating on the surface. However, for Lily's sake, he braces himself to

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

only because he has longed for home-cooked food, but because Lily and Adair

were not together every day, they only have each other.

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

doesn't persuade him to stay. She walks him to his car in the yard and

hear," he answers casually. Actually, he is not someone to be bothered by the traffic police. Raising his eyebrows

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

...

dinner again and again, and this question hovers

has told himself to let go, but now his resolution

hates this version of himself, and a force of inexplicable hostility

parking the car by the roadside with a swing of its tail. Then, he gets off the car and

The

squints at a bar

than five seconds, he throws the bottle

looks extravagant, especially his watch, which probably is worth more than his house. What a big potential

greets him, "Hello, sir. Do you have

even look at him, saying arrogantly,

"No problem. Follow me."

VIP seat of the grandstand on the second floor, which costs 50,000 yuan. That much money is nothing to him, and he also

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

like a man who doesn't enjoy