Fated to My Billionaire Husband - Chapter 257

Chapter 257: Chapter 257 He Should Be Engaged to Yan Yue_1
She pulled out her phone and, seeing the sender’s name, her heart sank.

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The message was from Ruan Tianling. She didn’t want to read it but couldn’t not read it.

[Honey, have you forgotten my warning from yesterday? Do you think Xiao Lang knows about our affair from yesterday? Do I need to tell him?]

Jian Yufei’s eyebrows furrowed as she quickly deleted the message and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

When she was almost done eating, she set down her chopsticks, raised her wine glass with both hands, and smiled at him. “Xiao Lang, this drink is for you.”

After clinking glasses, she tossed back her head and finished her drink. The wine he bought wasn’t strong and had a sweet taste, but it tasted bitter to her.

Xiao Lang also finished his drink. Jian Yufei put down her glass and looked at him seriously, “Xiao Lang, you asked me yesterday if I would marry you, now I can give you my answer. I don’t want to. Can we just be friends?”

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Xiao Lang’s smirk vanished from his lips, his eyes showing no surprise.

He knew she would refuse. He already knew her answer yesterday.

“Yufei, I know it’s difficult for you to accept me right away. But it doesn’t matter, I’ll wait for you, for the moment when you fall in love with me and agree to be mine.”

“Xiao Lang, we can’t be together!” If she hadn’t been married before, they might have had a chance.

Now not only is she a divorced woman, but she was also the target of Ruan Tianling. There are so many obstacles between them, they really wouldn’t have a chance.

Xiao Lang’s gaze darkened, but he responded with a gentle smile, “Yufei, believe me, nothing is impossible.”

“Xiao Lang…”

“Knock, knock, knock…” The sudden knock on the door cut off her words.

Jian Yufei’s heart skipped a beat, fearing it might be Ruan Tianling.

“I’ll get it.” Xiao Lang stood to answer the door, and she rose to follow, her heart filled with fear.

The door opened, revealing not Ruan Tianling, but a group of delivery men carrying air conditioners.

“I ordered two air conditioners earlier. The weather is too cold now, and we will need heat in the room.” While Xiao Lang directed the workers to bring in the air conditioners, he explained to Yufei.

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Jian Yufei let out a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn’t Ruan Tianling, that was good. But she seemed to owe Xiao Lang another favor.

After sending Jian Yufei a text, Ruan Tianling received a call from Yan Yue.

He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down from the high-rise building. The people and cars below had become tiny black dots.

“Tianling, my mom and aunt had dinner together today. They talked about our marriage. They suggested that we should get engaged sooner and gradually discuss getting married. I have no objections, what about you?”

Yan Yue was lying comfortably on a beauty salon sofa, putting earphones on, with her fair and delicate hands stretched out, getting a manicure.

Ruan Tianling hooked his lips into a smile, “Of course I don’t object. Let them handle this.”

He also thought he should get engaged to Yan Yue.

If there’s a woman he wants to marry in this life, it is her. If he doesn’t marry her, who would he marry?

Hearing his words, Yan Yue’s laughter got louder, “Okay then, I’ll call my mom and let her and aunt discuss the engagement date. Tianling, continue with your work. I won’t disturb you. See you after work.”

Ruan Tianling hung up the phone, playing with the device in his hand. The phone rang again.