He held Su Zhiruan in his arms, but his mind had long since wandered off.
"I'm going to keep this child," Su Zhiruan noticed what he was thinking, as she caressed her still-flat belly. Seeing Wen Qingyu lower his gaze, she smiled gently and said, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself. I'm healthy, no need to worry."
"Ruanruan," Wen Qingyu released the embrace and stood up. Then he used a key to open a cabinet and took out a safe, from which he fetched a small box.
Afterwards, he solemnly walked up to Su Zhiruan with the small box in hand.
Su Zhiruan looked up at him, seeing his serious expression, she also wanted to stand, but Wen Qingyu gently pressed her back down into the chair.
"I regret it, I should have proposed to you earlier."
Wen Qingyu knelt on one knee, opened the small box in his hand, revealing a ring inside.
