Ye Qianqian's embarrassment intensified. She quickly looked down and pushed Shen Zhilie away before sitting down.
The young hunk took out a wooden signboard and wrote the date as well as the date of the same day five years later.
Ye Qianqian wrote her name on the board in Chinese.
When it was Shen Zhilie's turn, with a flourish of his hand, he wrote, "Dear baby, Daddy knew you'd come. Shen Zhilie."
Ye Qianqian read it and asked, "Hey, if you're not here with me in five years, won't it be awkward for either of us to see this board?"
"That won't happen. I'll be here with you. We'll even bring our child along." Shen Zhilie gestured with his hands. "He'll be about this big and carried in our arms. When that time comes, we'll have another Covenant of Romance for 30 years and 50 years. Yeah, life will be perfect."
Those fantastical and unrealistic words were a description of the perfect life Shen Zhilie had planned for Ye Qianqian.
