"As for you and the baby, I have made the most appropriate arrangements; no one will look down on you in the slightest."
"..."
"Yaya, remember my words: in this lifetime, you are the only woman I, Jiang Jinchen, wish to marry. If I can have a wife like you, what more could a husband ask for?" Jiang Jinchen's arms tightened around her, as if he wanted to pull her into his very bones.
"Jiang Jinchen, can I still trust you?"
Ning Yanan closed her eyes wearily, leaning weakly against the man's chest, no longer wanting to struggle.
She simply couldn't push Jiang Jinchen away.
Between them, it seemed like Jiang Jinchen was always in pursuit, while she was always running.
But in reality, only she knew that it was always he who had the final say.
From the start, Jiang Jinchen never gave her a choice.
"You can."
Jiang Jinchen's narrow, peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, reflecting a profound understanding.
