"Mr. Mo, are you willing to take Rourou as your wife?" Old Lady Cui looked at Mo Qingze with calm and undisturbed eyes, inquiring with a placid tone. Her demeanor was as though she was asking, "Mr. Mo, was the meal to your liking tonight?"
Mo Qingze suddenly looked up at Old Lady Cui with a hint of doubt, wondering if he was hallucinating. It wasn't until Old Lady Cui repeated the question with the same indifferent expression that he realized this was no illusion.
Suppressing the tumultuous waves rising in his heart, Mo Qingze stood up. He wanted to follow his deepest desires and immediately agree with an "I am willing," but as the words reached his lips, they changed: "I am honored by Old Lady Cui's generous affection, and to marry Miss Cui would be the greatest fortune for Qingze. However, regarding the matter of marriage, Qingze must still consult the children's wishes for their consent," he said.
