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#"Did you see the way he looked at her? That wasn't just business. That was a whole *drama-worthy* love story."#
The heavy doors of the Leng estate opened into a quiet drawing room. Afternoon light filtered through tall windows, casting warm gold across the marble floor. Leng Xuanmo stepped in, composed, but his eyes were searching — not with anger, but with something quieter: understanding, perhaps, or the need for it.
Ning Ruomo sat near the window, teacup in hand, her posture as elegant as ever. Across from her, Leng Meixuan scrolled through her tablet lazily, while Yumo leaned against the armrest of a nearby chair. Madam Leng remained upstairs, unseen.
"I heard you went to see her," Xuanmo said without preamble.
Ning Ruomo didn't look up. "News travels fast in this house."
"I wanted to hear it from you," he added, stepping further in. "You never liked her. Why now?"
Ruomo finally met his gaze. Her expression wasn't defensive, only tired. "I didn't go to plead for your sake, Xuanmo, if that's what you think. I went because I owed the girl a few words. Words I should have said long ago."
Leng Yumo glanced up, surprised, but said nothing.
Xuanmo remained still, his voice neutral. "You called her a gold digger. More than once."
"Yes," Ruomo said quietly. "And I was wrong."
The silence in the room stretched thin.
"I was raised in a world where women climbed for power through men," she continued. "So when you brought her into our circle, I didn't see her for who she was. I only saw a threat to our name — someone who didn't belong."
"And now?" Xuanmo asked.
"Now I see a young woman who stood on her own after we stripped her of everything." Her gaze dropped to her tea. "She didn't run, didn't beg, didn't try to worm her way back. She walked away. With dignity."
Meixuan arched a brow. "That doesn't sound like you, Aunt Ruomo."
Ruomo gave a faint smile. "Maybe I've changed."
"I told her I was wrong to judge her by her background. That I misread her strength as ambition, her loyalty as dependence. And I apologized."
"She accepted it?" Yumo asked softly.
Ruomo didn't answer right away. "She didn't say much. But she listened."
Xuanmo looked down for a moment. "She's changed, hasn't she?"
"More than you know," Ruomo murmured. "She doesn't flinch anymore when you mention your name. But neither does she soften. That warmth she used to carry for you—" She stopped. "It's buried now."
Xuanmo's jaw tightened slightly.
"She doesn't hate you," Ruomo added. "But she's guarded. And I don't blame her."
Meixuan stood and walked toward the window, voice light. "So now the same mother who said she'd never let a Lu into the family is suddenly endorsing her son's pursuit?"
"I'm not endorsing anything," Ruomo replied. "That girl owes us nothing. But if Xuanmo intends to win her back, he needs to understand what we took from her… and why it may never be forgiven."
Xuanmo looked at his mother. "Would you accept her now?"
Ruomo held his gaze. "She never needed my acceptance. But if she ever comes back to you, on her own terms, then yes — I'd welcome her. Not for our family's sake, but for yours."
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then, softly, Yumo said, "She's the only one who ever stood up to us… and still wished us well."
"I didn't think much of her then," Meixuan added. "But maybe we all underestimated her."
Xuanmo gave a small nod, something unreadable passing through his expression.
As he turned to leave, Ruomo's voice stopped him. "If you're serious, Xuanmo… don't try to fix things with grand gestures. She's not that kind of girl. She never was."
He glanced over his shoulder. "I know."
And then he left — not in anger, but with quiet resolve. Behind him, Ning Ruomo looked down into her tea again, her reflection faint in the surface.
For the first time in years, she wasn't thinking about pride or face. She was thinking about the woman her son loved — and the one she had finally started to understand.
# "Leng Xuanmo kneeling? IN PUBLIC? Is this a proposal or a declaration of eternal repentance?"#
# "Lu Jingyan looked STUNNED. Someone tell me she said yes!"
— "I can't believe this man is literally rewriting his redemption arc in real time."#
# "This is the best slow-burn enemies-to-lovers plot I've ever watched."#
The video had already hit two million views in under an hour — Leng Xuanmo, dressed sharply in a navy suit, had appeared outside a high-profile charity gala where Lu Jingyan had been hosting. In front of press cameras, he'd offered her a velvet box, not with a ring, but with a simple chain — the same one she had returned to him months ago.
No words had been exchanged. No microphones. Just the quiet tension between them and the press capturing every second of it. Lu Jingyan hadn't said yes or no. She'd simply taken the box… and walked inside.
And now, the internet had lost its collective mind.
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*[Scene Shift – Lu Jingyan's Apartment, That Evening]*
"Tell me you're not considering it," Mei Xiaotong said, arms folded as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "Please. For the sake of all rational women everywhere."
Lu Jingyan sat on the couch, still in her gala dress, the velvet box untouched on the coffee table. Her fingers were curled around a warm mug of tea. Her expression, however, was unreadable.
"He didn't even call it a proposal," Jingyan said after a pause. "He said it was… a beginning."
Mei scoffed. "That's even worse. Do you know how many men say things like that when they don't know what they want?"
"This is different," she replied quietly. "He knows what he wants. And he's not pushing me for an answer."
"Oh, sweetie. Just because he's doing it with expensive suits and dramatic silences doesn't make it less pressure."
Lu Jingyan exhaled, her gaze dropping to the box. "Do you remember when everyone disappeared? When I had nothing left but my name?"
Mei nodded, sobering.
"He came to me, not with apologies, but with action. He made my name clean again in the industry without asking for credit. He fought with his family. He stood between me and every single rumor. And he never once demanded I take him back."
"And you think that earns him your heart again?"
"No," Jingyan said softly. "But it shows me he's not the man I used to know. Not entirely. And that's something."
There was a pause.
Mei walked over, picked up the box, and opened it. "A necklace?"
"The first gift he ever gave me. When we were barely anything at all."
Mei arched a brow. "So this is nostalgia now?"
"No. It's him trying to remind me of who we were… before everything collapsed."
Mei sat beside her, eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you afraid of saying yes?"
Lu Jingyan met her gaze. "I'm afraid of hoping."
There it was — not bitterness, not resentment — just the quiet fear of someone who had built herself back from ruin and wasn't sure if she could survive being broken again.
"Look," Mei said, voice softening, "I'll be the first to admit that Leng Xuanmo has changed. He's not the arrogant man who watched you fall without blinking. He's… trying. But Jingyan, you don't owe him anything. You rebuilt your name. Your family stood again. If you choose him, let it be because you want to, not because the world thinks this is your fairytale ending."
Jingyan nodded slowly.
Then, a small, unexpected smile played on her lips. "Do you think he rehearsed that whole thing? The velvet box, the silence?"
"Oh, 100%," Mei said, laughing. "He probably practiced it in front of a mirror like five times. He even gave the photographers the best angle."
They both laughed — the tension easing for a moment.
Then Mei added, with a mischievous glint, "But if you do say yes one day, please make it dramatic. I've already designed the viral headline in my head."
Lu Jingyan laughed again, this time more freely. Her hand hovered over the box — uncertain, but not unwilling.
Some answers didn't need to be spoken. Not yet.