Having known Lin Qingya for so long, Qin Hai deeply understood that she was a woman who wasn't good at expressing her feelings, so hearing her say such heartwarming words both surprised and deeply moved him.
He supported Lin Qingya's fragile shoulders, looked into her eyes, and said softly, "Qingya, rest assured, I won't take on any overly dangerous tasks. I've already spoken to Director He, and I can choose my tasks freely. But I must agree because the company now needs their help, and as the head of the security department, and as your fiancé, I have the responsibility to help you."
"But if something happens to you, then—"
Lin Qingya knew Qin Hai was right, but the thought of him possibly facing all sorts of dangers made her vehemently opposed to the idea.
Qin Hai pressed his finger against Lin Qingya's red lips, stopping the rest of her words, and chuckled, "Don't worry. I haven't officially married you yet. I won't leave you a widow so soon."
