There was no way Lu Fenying could have expected that he would be forced into marriage from going shopping and buying an umbrella.
Umbrella in hand, he went to see Mo Qian'er. The incident with Murong Qingqing was nothing to him at all, and he had completely forgotten about bullying her.
Since he could make Mo Qian'er happy with the umbrella, he was in a good mood.
It just so happened that Mo Qian'er was also in a sunny mood. Seeing him, she smiled widely. "Your Highness, you're here. Do you want some tea?"
It wasn't evening yet. They could still have tea.
Lu Fenying stuffed the umbrella into her hand.
Mo Qian'er found it odd. It wasn't raining or snowing outside. Why did he have an umbrella?
Thinking that he wanted her to put the umbrella away, she took it and hung it on a shelf right away.
Lu Fenying glanced at her. "This umbrella is for you."
