Her outburst brought a gleam to Si Zhengting's eyes. He looked at Zhuang Nainai and a faint glimmer of hope sprouted deep in his heart. "What is it then?"
Why?
Was it purely for the 500 thousand yuan? Even when she knew that he hated her, what had kept her trying nonetheless?
Zhuang Nainai had never really reflected on these questions before.
If her fiance were not Si Zhengting, would she have tried so hard?
The answer was obvious. She would not.
She held her hands tightly in a fist and focused on him, deliberating if she should say the embarrassing things on her mind.
Si Zhengting's hope fizzled out with her silence.
What was he expecting?
His gaze returned to its usual state of cool nonchalance.
Watching the headstrong figure of the girl, Si Zhengting demanded, "Give me a reason to marry you."
A reason?
Zhuang Nainai did not comprehend what he was trying to ask.
