"Please consent to my marrying her."
Please consent to my marrying her.
Mr. Lu's face was changing between pale and green, looking at Lu Qingchuan, who was kneeling before him, remained silent for a long time.
Mrs. Lu looked at him incredulously. She wanted to rush over, but was stopped by Mr. Lu. "Leave him to kneel! Let him clear his mind!"
"Qingchuan, don't be like this," Mrs. Lu cried out of distress, "We can talk things over. You don't have to do this..."
Meng Xixi reached out in an attempt to lift Lu Qingchuan up. The tears she had been holding back finally fell down. She called out Lu Qingchuan's name with a sob, "Qingchuan, enough, Qingchuan, get up, it's not worth it..."
It really isn't worth it. He shouldn't have done this for her.
Xia Muning stood there, looking at Lu Qingchuan, and then at Meng Xixi, her expression seemed somewhat dazed.
She suddenly felt like she was a joke.
