When this matter was mentioned, it was apparent that Yue Chenxi's mood was great, yet such a good mood did not last a minute before it turned into full-blown disdain.
"Young Master Zhou, how much longer will it take for you to remarry her?"
Speaking of this, Yue Chenxi felt a surge of irritation. The moment he had her back, he pulled out the ring he had prepared long ago, ready to solidify his status and prevent any more complications.
However, reality harshly slapped him in the face.
Qiao Menghan, smiling, took the ring from him, played with it in her hand for a while, then spoke in an offhand manner that nearly made Yue Chenxi cough up blood right there.
"Getting married is not out of the question," when these words reached his ears, his mind went completely blank with excitement. However, before he could even speak, his whole exhilarated heart began to feel ice-cold.
"But I have one condition."
