The man frowned.
The air around them instantly solidified, and Jiang Yan couldn’t help but shiver.
In her past life, Huo Ying’s final position was that of a squad leader, but he was a figure whose expression change could make even the captain tremble.
Who dared to yell at him like this?
The man narrowed his eyes, circled her, like a superior officer encountering a defiant subordinate, amused and contemptuous, and threw out two words: “Reason?”
Jiang Yan’s small head was a mess, but it was also spinning rapidly.
In her past life, when the man said the words “marriage,” she also said no.
Of course, it wasn’t as forceful as in this life, but with her head buried in his arms, she cried and complained.
When the man said the word “reason” at that time, he was so doting that her heart still fluttered at the memory.
So she knew very well that if she didn’t state a reason that he absolutely couldn’t fulfill, she wouldn’t be able to leave from under his nose.
But the more anxious Jiang Yan became, the less she could think of what to say. The man had already circled around to face her and stood firm, his tall, straight body forming a mountain pressing down on her.
Not to mention his burning gaze, which enveloped her like a raging flame.
What to say, what to say…
The man grew impatient waiting and drew out his words, “Hmm?” like a bullet shot at her.
Jiang Yan tilted her head, her lips tightly pursed, “What, what reason? Do you think I’m the kind of woman who gets married to anyone casually?”
“Oh?” The man raised his eyebrows, as if seeing a small pet suddenly baring its fangs at him, “It was my oversight. How about this, I’ll have that female cadre from the neighborhood committee act as a matchmaker, Director Zhao will be the guarantor, and I’ll bring betrothal gifts to your home to propose…”
Propose?
A flash of inspiration struck Jiang Yan’s mind, “Who said I wanted you to propose at my home?”
“I don’t think you’re that foolish, wanting to benefit your wolf-hearted, dog-lunged parents. How about this, I’ll host a few tables at the state-run restaurant in Jiangcheng, invite the neighbors, and propose to you in front of everyone.”
The man smiled, his eyes like sunlight poured into them, shimmering with brilliance.
Jiang Yan really wanted to throw herself into it and drown in it.
But she understood too well that the sweeter it was now, the more painful it would be later, so she gritted her teeth and had to pour a basin of ice water on it, “There’s no need for that. I don’t want you to propose, and I don’t want you to propose, I just want you to propose according to my requirements!”
Like dark clouds suddenly covering the sun, the smile on the man’s face vanished without a trace, “Propose, what kind of proposal?”
There’s no turning back once the arrow is shot. Jiang Yan gritted her teeth, “Right here, kneel on one knee, hold one of my hands, and solemnly say to me, ‘Please marry me. Whether you are poor or rich, healthy or sick, I will protect you forever.'”
In her past life, she often complained that he hadn’t proposed to her in a Western style. He had scoffed, “My brain isn’t broken. If word got out, would I still be able to live among people?”
That was in their own small home. Now, in broad daylight, he would rather die than do it.
As expected, the man stared at her, anger slowly spreading from the corners of his mouth to his entire face. His eyes clearly said, “Are you playing me?”
Jiang Yan slightly raised her chin and walked past the man again, with an attitude of “If you can’t do it, don’t bother me again.”
Her wrist was grabbed again, and before Jiang Yan could widen her eyes in surprise, she was spun around to face the man again.
The man grunted, “Do you really want to do that?”
The man’s gaze was like lightning. Jiang Yan wanted to turn her head away to dodge, but she was held in place by the other hand on the back of her head. She could only look at him, “Otherwise?”
At the same time, she forcefully shook her hand, trying to break free from his grip, “Let go, you’re hurting my hand.”
The hand controlling the back of her head loosened, and the hand gripping her wrist changed to holding her palm.
Jiang Yan felt that what she was seeing must be a mirage!
Otherwise, how could this man be looking at her and slowly… kneeling on one knee towards her.
But the man’s clear voice was so real, “Jiang Yan, please marry me. Whether you are poor or rich, healthy or sick, I will protect you forever.”
No, no, no, she didn’t get reborn. She was having those strange nightmares again!
She reached out her other small hand to try and drive away the nightmare, but it was caught by another large hand, “Is this okay?”
Jiang Yan suddenly remembered that in her past life, when he was pushed to his limit, he had said, “Okay, in the next life, I will definitely propose to you according to your requirements. What kind of ridiculous proposal is this?”
He had indeed come to fulfill his promise!
She was his karma!
“Mom, what is that uncle doing to sister?”
A tender child’s voice came, and a mother and son appeared not far away at some point.
The five-year-old little boy held his mother’s hand, had a finger in his mouth, and giggled curiously.
Jiang Yan stared into space, her language function seemingly lost, only feeling the man’s awkwardness as if his back were covered in thorns.
He was such a proud man, to be seen like this…
The mother covered her son’s mouth and ran away, half-carrying and half-pulling him. As they passed the two, her expression was clearly saying, “Madman!”
“Madman!” Jiang Yan was greatly inspired and fiercely pushed the man away, running, “If you’re sick, go to the psychiatric department quickly!”
Huo Ying’s hands were comically suspended in mid-air, his expression dazed.
Someone else passed by, pointing and gossiping, “What is this pose? Is he performing a ritual?”
“I think he’s a madman. Let’s go quickly. It’s bad if he gets violent and injures us. Madmen don’t take responsibility for killing people.”
“Is he an idiot? Wait, I’ll poke his ear with a blade of grass and see if he reacts?”
“Go away, go away!” Director Zhao ran out from the side, driving away the onlookers, and helped the almost stiff Huo Ying up, “I told you the little girl was ungrateful, ignore her. I’ll have my sister-in-law introduce you to a girl ten thousand times better than her.”
The colleague who ran with Director Zhao echoed in agreement, but they were all secretly snickering.
Truly, for the first time since birth, they had seen a grown man have to kneel before a woman to propose.
That little girl told him to go to the psychiatric department, and perhaps there was some truth to it.
Director Zhao signaled with his eyes, but he couldn’t help but chuckle.
A cold voice came, “What is so funny? Tell me about it.”
“I’m not laughing.” Director Zhao quickly composed himself and said earnestly, “Huo Ying, don’t blame me for being long-winded. A man’s knees are worth a thousand pieces of gold, how can you kneel to a woman? If it’s like this now, won’t you be completely dominated by her after marriage?”
Huo Ying suddenly interrupted, “When did I tell you I was going to marry her?”
“…No, actually, I meant…”
“I only told you to do what you need to do and not follow me. Are you sick to follow me again?” Huo Ying turned and walked away with a cold face, “If you’re sick, go to the hospital’s psychiatric department, and don’t follow me anymore.”
The colleague couldn’t help but express his emotions, “Director, they don’t appreciate it, we should leave.”
“He doesn’t appreciate it, but I do. I don’t need you to butt in!” Director Zhao slapped one and kicked the other, “If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be in this world anymore!”
Then, looking at Huo Ying’s retreating back, he showed a smile like an old mother.
It seemed Huo Ying would no longer pay attention to that ungrateful bad girl.
This was good. He felt that Old Huo always did inexplicable things when he encountered that girl. Now he could return to normal.
After walking a few steps with his subordinate, he heard a voice from behind, “Are you looking for that female cadre from the neighborhood committee?”