It didn't take long for the saleswoman to bring over a new ring.
"Miss, please try this one." The saleswoman said with a smile, handing the ring to Tianxin.
Chen Yiran took it directly, examined it briefly and smiled, "This should be fine."
Lowering his head, he slipped the ring onto Tianxin's finger—it was a perfect fit at last.
Tianxin stretched out her hand, looked at the ring carefully for a while, and extended her hand to Chen Yiran, giggling, "Do you think it's nice?"
Her skin was porcelain white, her fingertips were delicate like spring onions. The ring, shimmering with a rosy gold luster, appeared more exquisite and dainty on her finger.
"It's very beautiful." Chen Yiran nodded, smiling.
"Hehe." Tianxin giggled, then picked up another men's ring, took Yiran's hand, slipped it on, and asked, "Mr. Chen, will you marry Lady Xiao Tianxin, endure her bullying for the rest of your life without fighting back?"
