"What plans can I have?" Feng Ling tilted her head to look at him. "After all, I lost, so I can only listen to your arrangements now."
Hearing her say that she had lost, Li Nanheng snorted. "Back then, your cenotaph directly entered the Li family's ancestral hall. Even if you haven't officially married me, you've already been recognized by the Li family's ancestors. If we want to marry, can't we marry at anytime?"
These words made it seem as though she was destined to be locked down with Li Nanheng for the rest of her life.
…
After another month, the weather in Los Angeles had turned into summer.
Feng Ling had finally convinced Qin Shuke. She could finally take a vacation and no longer have to worry about the Feng Corporation.
Every day, she would cook for Li Nanheng, massage him, and water the plants on the balcony.
