"You keep talking, but you still don't want to officially establish a relationship with me, let alone marry me."
Wu Mengting kept a straight face, hitting the core of the issue directly.
Chen Feng smiled and nodded, "It seems that way. I admit you're the most favorable woman I've met so far, and the best suited to be my wife. But as I just said, I have to take responsibility for you and for our marriage, and I'm not mentally prepared for that yet."
"How long will it take you to get ready, three years?"
"Maybe. I've already planned my life, given that I'm thirty now, unless some irresistible force happens in the future. Otherwise, the latest will be getting married by thirty-three, if I'm still alive then."
Wu Mengting fell silent all of a sudden.
Chen Feng ignored her, continued eating sticky rice by himself, quickly finishing a bowl, and then gulped down a box of milk, burping contentedly.
"Alright, I'm going to No. 8 Villa to see Little Rui."
