Perhaps every woman harbors such a dream in her heart: My ideal man is a hero of the world, and one day he will come to marry me riding on clouds of seven colors.
Although Jian Si had heard his marriage proposal while she was in a coma, seeing the man, illustrious and rich, kneeling on one knee before her, she was still moved to tears.
She had no reason to refuse.
Jian Si pointed to the ring on her finger, her smile mingled with tears: "You've already put the ring on, does my disagreement even matter?"
"I don't plan on running away either. Marrying Mr. Nan means never having to worry about food or clothing, and I have such an intelligent man at my beck and call. Only a fool would run away."
"My lady, may I ask, do you have any instructions now?"
"I would like to eat crab roe xiaolongbao (soup dumplings)."
"As you wish, my lady." Nan Zhan gently tapped her face: "Your husband will be back shortly."
Jian Si laughed: "Husband, you work too hard."
