"You?"
Wen Qinghuan looked utterly astonished.
Feng Yize smiled brightly and teasingly said, "Yeah, I won't be single forever. Qinghuan, I'm claiming it first. When I propose, you'll have to help me come up with an idea that's more successful, better, and more romantic than the one you helped Big Brother with."
Qinghuan was amused by his words, and her previous unhappiness vanished. She playfully raised her eyebrows, "Alright, but you need to have money first."
"I do. I'll start earning money properly to marry a wife now."
"Flying around all the time, are you sure you won't spend all your earnings on the airline industry?"
Feng Yize shook his head, "No way. I've made quite a bit over the years. I came today just for Big Brother and Sister-in-law. Qinghuan, those paintings you sent me last time, do you have any drafts?"
The topic shifted too quickly, and Qinghuan was momentarily unable to respond.
After a few seconds of being stunned, she nodded.
