Gu Jingchen's deep black eyes were brimming with unreserved tenderness. The affection in his gaze was like the deep ocean outside the window, and his distinct, sculpted fingers held the ring as he gazed at the small woman he loved so deeply.
The ring in the man's hand, though not as exquisite as some designer brands, clearly showed an extraordinary level of care. Every curve and angle was smooth, polished over years. On its surface, their initials were connected in a heart-shaped design: GS.
Despite having rehearsed this moment countless times in his mind, Gu Jingchen still felt a profound nervousness at this instant. His throat, usually composed, now struggled to swallow.
He looked at the small woman, his face bearing a faintly moist smile. Yet, for him, this moment was far more challenging than negotiating a billion-dollar deal.
Because it mattered.
"Mm, mm, thank you, husband!"
