“Kneel.”
Yin Huan’s voice was soft and gentle, her beautiful, affectionate eyes sparkling with amusement.
It wasn’t meant to be serious—she simply wanted to see Bo Xun kneel before her!
Bo Xun raised an eyebrow slightly. “Hold the flowers.”
Yin Huan cradled the red roses, her tone condescending. “You may kneel now.”
Bo Xun smirked inwardly. Treat me like this now, just wait until after we’re married—I’ll make you pay!
However she makes me kneel now, I’ll make her kneel twice as much later.
And I’ll only have her kneel on the bed, the sofa, or the wool carpet—never on the cold, hard floor.
Girls love a sense of ceremony. Though their marriage was rushed, Bo Xun didn’t want Yin Huan to have any regrets.
It was just a proposal, after all.
He’d kneel!
Bo Xun took out the ring and knelt on one knee. “Young Mistress, will you marry me?”
“Let me think…”
Yin Huan stared down at him. Bo Xun had always been taller than her since childhood, and she’d spent her whole life looking up at him. Only now could she make him look up at her. The only light around them was the cold, white glow shining directly above their heads.
The light illuminated Bo Xun’s face from every angle. With such a handsome face, why is he so infuriating?
Bo Xun was fully aware of her little game, but he didn’t mind, letting her take her time to think.
After all, Yin Huan would agree in the end.
Thud.
Someone in the darkness seemed to have bumped into something, making a noise.
Seizing the moment, Bo Xun asked again, “Huanhuan, will you marry me?”
Since his teenage years, Bo Xun had dreamed of Yin Huan at night.
From that moment on, he’d wanted to call her his wife.
He wanted to marry her.
But Yin Huan had started to dislike him.
Proud and stubborn himself, Bo Xun had indulged and doted on her even as she opposed him, all while teasing her playfully.
He relied on the close relationship between their families. If he couldn’t win over Yin Huan, he could certainly win over her parents and grandfather.
An indirect approach.
Yin Huan refused to spend time with him, never giving him a chance to prove himself—so this was the only way.
Love after marriage wasn’t so bad.
He believed his qualities were enough to attract Yin Huan.
Yin Huan didn’t even bother to say “I do.” She let out a reluctant “Hmm” and condescendingly extended her left hand.
Yin Huan’s hand was as fair and delicate as jade, with long, slender fingers and immaculate nail art in a beautiful, translucent cherry blossom pink.
Suddenly, she curled all her fingers except her middle finger.
Bo Xun: “???”
He looked up at her. “Young Mistress, are you messing with me?”
“Isn’t an engagement ring worn on the middle finger?” Yin Huan smiled faintly, her red lips curling slightly, radiating bright charm and casual arrogance.
“Aren’t you insulting me?”
“You’re quite good at sign language.” Yin Huan spread her hand open. “Hurry up. I have plans to eat with Xuxu.”
Bo Xun gripped her wrist with his left hand. Her wrist is so slender, so fragile—it feels like I could snap it with a little pressure.
The skin of her fingers was soft and tender, carrying a faint fragrance. Meticulous about her upkeep, Yin Huan took great care of her hands even in summer, always applying hand cream.
Bo Xun slowly slid the ring onto her finger. Finally, I’ve caught her.
He stood up. “Young Mistress, I’ve successfully proposed. You’re officially my fiancée now.”
“Don’t get too full of yourself.”
Bo Xun smiled. Marrying Yin Huan really was a dream come true for him.
He’d be laughing in his sleep tonight.
The lights in the bridal shop flickered back on, and the staff burst into applause.
“Congratulations, Young Master Bo! Congratulations, Miss Yin!”
“Congratulations to you both! May you share a long, happy life together and have children early!”
Bo Xun wrapped an arm around Yin Huan’s slender waist, leaning close to whisper by her ear, “Fiancée, play along.”
Both the Yin and Bo families were top-tier aristocratic clans in the capital—prestigious households where reputation was everything.
As representatives of their generation, neither could afford to let their dignity slip.
Yin Huan didn’t shy away from his touch. She smiled graciously and allowed him to escort her out of the bridal boutique.
“Enough. Aren’t you letting go yet?”
Outside, the sun blazed fiercely. Instinctively, Yin Huan raised her bouquet to shield herself from the glare.
Bo Xun opened the car door. “Young Mistress, your carriage awaits. Let me take you to lunch.”
Yin Huan was never one to refuse comfort—why bother driving when a chauffeur was available?
She steadied herself with his hand and gracefully slid into the seat, promptly setting the roses at her feet.
Bo Xun lounged casually against the backrest, his eyes lingering on the ring adorning Yin Huan’s finger—it was utterly captivating.
With him beside her, Yin Huan furiously typed complaints to her best friend Shi Xu:
[Yin Huan: Who proposes in a bridal boutique?? And with a spotlight just for him! So cringe!]
[Beauty Xu: Pfft, Young Master Bo remains uniquely extra. Congrats! Childhood sweethearts finally tying the knot!]
[Yin Huan: Ugh, this isn’t the life script I envisioned. Where’s the dashing stranger to sweep me away from this annoying childhood friend? Bo Xun is the worst!]
[Beauty Xu: Sweetie, you’ve had plenty of elite suitors around—yet you never fancied any. Fate clearly wants you with Bo Xun. Save me a bridesmaid spot! ?What?What?]
Fate my foot!
Was the universe blind?
Condemning a stunning beauty like her to marry that flamboyant, insufferable man!
When they reached the restaurant, Bo Xun stepped out first.
He courteously held the door open. “Let’s go.”
Yin Huan eyed him suspiciously. “You’re tagging along?”
“Mn,” he admitted breezily. “We’re engaged. Shouldn’t I meet your friends?”
“Hmph, it’s not like you don’t know her already.”
The sun was scorching. Yin Huan’s delicate, fair skin couldn’t endure the harsh rays. Frowning, she hurried inside.
Bo Xun promptly followed.
Shi Xu was in the private room taking selfies, freshly sporting a jellyfish haircut. She angled her phone left and right until she noticed Yin Huan and Bo Xun entering one after the other.
“Congratulations, you two! Bo Xun, you’re really leaning into this ‘happy wife, happy life’ vibe right after the engagement!”
“Such a pest.” Yin Huan shot Bo Xun a sidelong glare. “He’s just here for a free meal.”
“Don’t put it so crudely. It’s my treat!” Bo Xun settled beside Yin Huan. “Order whatever you like.”
“Obviously! With Boss Bo here, we’re not paying a cent. I’m getting crab! Australian lobster, ’82 Bordeaux, Wellington steak…” Shi Xu tapped her selections into the tablet.
After ordering, she grinned teasingly at them. “Gotta say, you two actually look good together sitting like this!”
“You’ve got taste.” Bo Xun raised a brow. “You’re welcome to be Huanhuan’s bridesmaid.”
“Absolutely!”
The two bantered effortlessly while Yin Huan studied Shi Xu’s hair. “Your new hairstyle is… interesting.”
“Right? So versatile!” Shi Xu immediately diverted her attention to flaunt the cut.
Then she noticed the massive diamond on Yin Huan’s finger—the engagement ring.
Typical Young Master Bo!
Only the finest would do.
Money was clearly no object.
The two began discussing diamond rings again.
Bo Xun knew absolutely nothing about women’s preferences – when it came to diamond rings, he simply picked the most expensive ones!
He didn’t care about getting the right one, only the pricey one.
Expensive could never be wrong.
After marriage, he needed to have common topics with Yin Huan. Did that mean he’d have to learn about nail art, hairstyling, skincare, jewelry, necklaces, accessories, clothes, bags, and shoes???
Couldn’t he just be responsible for paying and buying things?
He truly couldn’t understand all those things!
Bo Xun was utterly distressed!