Mr. Li, my wife doesn’t want to remarry and secretly gives birth to a baby.

"It's nothing." Song Qingyi calmly wiped his face.

"Let me wipe it for you—" Li Qinghe hurriedly walked to Song Qingyi's side. Song Qingyi looked at her slit collar and fair skin... and felt particularly awkward, so he gently pulled her away.

"I'll wipe it myself, you should go back now."

"..." Li Qinghe then sat back down in her seat.

I wonder why Song Qingyi agreed?

Could it be that he was attracted to her mature appearance?

He clearly looked embarrassed to look at her just now.

Hmm, looks like I should wear clothes like this more often in the future!

"By the way, Brother Qingyi, when are we going to get our marriage certificate?"

"Pfft..." This time it was Song Qingyi's turn to almost spit out water.

"Don't rush. Let's find a good day. Don't worry, since I called you out today and promised to marry you in person, we will definitely get the marriage certificate."

"Oh, okay." Li Qinghe was still a little uneasy. What if he changed his mind later?

Or, like her sister-in-law, could she take the initiative and propose to him?

Just then, all the dishes were served.

"Let's eat first."

"Ok."

Li Qinghe took the knife and fork, quickly cut her steak, and handed it to Song Qingyi.

"You can have mine."

Song Qingyi: ?

Li Qinghe gave him a wicked smile, "So, am I the first woman to cut your steak?"

Song Qingyi realized, "It really is the first one. Does that mean anything?"

"meaning?"

Li Qinghe couldn't figure out what it meant.

"That's right, I'm the first one to cut your steak, so you'll remember me better now!"

"Is it the same thing my mom said to you again?"

"No, these are what my sister-in-law said."

Song Qingyi was intrigued, yet also somewhat helpless. "You mean your sister-in-law Jiang Tong? She gave you advice too?"

Li Qinghe rested her chin on her hand and said, "My sister-in-law always said that you have to take the initiative to create a story. Back when she and my older brother got married for the first time, it was my sister-in-law who proposed to them."

"That was all planned by your older brother, who patiently and skillfully guided her. Otherwise, do you think your sister-in-law and your brother could have gotten together? ... Sigh, kids will always be kids." Song Qingyi smiled indulgently.

Li Qinghe puffed out her cheeks angrily, "I'm not a child, I'm only seven years younger than you."

Song Qingyi did some quick calculations, "It should be eight years old, right? My birthday is at the end of August, I..."

"I won't listen! I won't listen!" Li Qinghe covered her ears.

Song Qingyi shook his head and chuckled. Because she was younger than him, this girl was actually unhappy.

"Alright, let's eat. Isn't it good that you look young?"

"I may be young, but I'm not young in any other way, for example..."

To accentuate her feminine charm, Li Qinghe gestured with both hands towards her chest.

She even did a lift today!

Song Qingyi pretended not to understand and said, "Let's eat, the food is getting cold."

Li Qinghe pouted; this person really had no sense of romance.

After finishing his meal, Song Qingyi stopped in front of the claw machine downstairs in the mall.

"Do you want to grab this?"

Li Qinghe wasn't particularly obsessed with claw machines. She blinked her big, round eyes and said, "Do you want to play? If you want to play, I'll play with you."

"I don't like playing this, but you little girls like playing this, don't you?"

“I’m not a little girl anymore.” Li Qinghe reached out and stroked the big, curly waves she had specially styled for the day. “I’m a mature city woman now.”

Song Qingyi sighed and rubbed his head. "Well then, city woman, if you don't like to play, let's go."

Li Qinghe bit her lip, "I want to do something exciting!"

Song Qingyi seemed thoughtful. "Then let's go."

Li Qinghe followed behind him, her face flushed. Was Song Qingyi going to take her...?

Unexpectedly, he actually brought her along...

chug chug!

Li Qinghe stared speechlessly at the shooting game in front of her, which only required inserting two game coins to play.

"Is this exciting enough? There are also race cars nearby, you can play with those too."

"you!"

Li Qinghe stomped her foot in anger, "I'm a girl! You want me to play this?!"

Song Qingyi smiled and said, "Didn't you want to try something exciting? This is pretty exciting."

"Song Qingyi! I'm angry!"

Li Qinghe rarely called him by his full name, and she turned and left angrily.

"Ouch..."

She tripped and fell on a step without noticing.

"Are you alright?!" Song Qingyi stopped teasing her and quickly went over, squatted down, and checked her feet.

"It's all because of these awful high heels!"

"Then why do you wear high heels? It's so awkward and uncomfortable."

I want to make you happy!

Li Qinghe looked up and cried out in a wronged tone, "I wanted you to like me right away and fall for me, so I dressed up like you..."

Song Qingyi helped her up. "Qinghe, you don't need to change anything for me. Just be yourself. If you do, it will put pressure on me. Let's just let things take their course, okay?"

“Hmm…” Li Qinghe nodded with red eyes.

Song Qingyi was helpless. Everyone says there's a generation gap every three years, but they were eight years apart.

"Let me carry you downstairs."

Fearing she might expose herself, Song Qingyi took off his coat and wrapped it around Li Qinghe's waist, covering her buttocks.

Only then did he carry her on his back.

Li Qinghe leaned on Song Qingyi's shoulder; this was probably the first time he had carried her on his back.

"Brother Qingyi, am I heavy?"

"You're not heavy, you probably weigh around 100 pounds."

"No! I only weigh 98 pounds!"

Song Qingyi lifted her up a bit, "You need to eat more, you're still a little light."

Li Qinghe thought for a moment and said, "I used to weigh 93 pounds, and now I've gained 5 pounds. Can't you feel how much fat I've gained?"

Song Qingyi said, "No, you're really not fat."

"It's not that meat..."

Li Qinghe hugged his neck tightly, and in this position, the girl's sweet breath was close to his ear.

Song Qingyi coughed. "What kind of meat is that?"

Li Qinghe has already explained it to this extent, how can he still not understand?

"After I gave birth to Xixi, my breasts went up a size, so I gained five pounds!"

"Oh!" Song Qingyi continued to carry her on his back with a serious expression.

Li Qinghe was on the verge of tears. Was she really that lacking in feminine charm? Why was he so indifferent?

"Don't move around, I'm afraid you'll fall."

"Okay, I know." Li Qinghe hugged Song Qingyi's neck, feeling wronged.

Song Qingyi remained outwardly calm, but his ears couldn't help but feel hot. He carried her downstairs and was actually sweating profusely.

The two got into the car, and Leng Suhua called him.

Let him bring Li Qinghe home to discuss the details of the wedding.

"You told Qinghe about the marriage, right?"

“Of course,” Song Qingyi looked at Li Qinghe in the passenger seat, “I’ll ask her if she wants to go back.”