"Auntie, will you marry me?"
In the end, Zhao Minghua blurted out a straightforward question.
Chun Nuan... This person is indeed even sillier than I imagined, yet he's charming in his silliness.
"I'm still in mourning, it'll be two years before I'm out of it."
"I can wait, I'm not in a rush to get married," Zhao Minghua understood. The implication was that there was still room for negotiation: "We can get engaged first, and then, after your mourning period, I'll take you into my home with grand ceremony."
"Are you sure you'll be carrying in a wife and not a fortune god or something?" Chun Nuan teased him.
"Whether a wife or a deity, I will honor them, okay?" Zhao Minghua knew it was time to express his intentions: "Relax, once I marry you, I'll definitely respect and cherish you, and I promise to marry only you, with no concubines or mistresses."
