Night Fire Lingering

Jiang Xing tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

It's someone else.

It was also herself.

"Lou Qi, can we discuss this kind of issue after you've sobered up and are completely sober?" Jiang Xing thought that he probably wouldn't bring this up again by tomorrow morning.

Alcohol makes people impulsive, and the night makes people emotional; these are all distracting factors.

"You're my damn karma," the man muttered under his breath.

"What?" Jiang Xing didn't hear clearly.

Lou Qi gave a self-deprecating smile, looked out the window, and said nothing more.

He used to be the one who said "impossible" when other women proposed to him. Now he's the one being told "impossible"—how the tables have turned!

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After arriving home, the man went to the bathroom.

Seeing that he was walking steadily and seemed to be able to take care of himself, Jiang Xing quickly washed up and went to bed.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

However, the man did not return to bed for a long time.

Jiang Xing kept her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She wanted to open her eyes to see what he was doing, but she ultimately held back.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xing's consciousness gradually blurred. The last second before falling asleep, she thought: Is Lou Qi still angry? Because she said marriage was impossible? Is he not sleeping? Or does he not want to sleep in the same bed with her? This guy is quite generous, letting her sleep in the master bedroom.

The next day.

Jiang Xing woke up groggily, probably still thinking about what happened before she went to sleep. She subconsciously reached to her side, but the moment she reached out, her mind cleared and it was too late to stop herself!

The spot my fingertips touched was empty.

At this moment, Jiang Xing couldn't tell whether he felt relieved or slightly disappointed.

Did Lou Qi get up early, or did he not come to sleep at all?

Jiang Xing did not see Lou Qi in the master suite. However, she saw a beautiful little jewelry box on the bedside table next to her!

Jiang Xing's heart skipped a beat, as if she had a premonition. Reason told her that it was best to pretend she hadn't seen it, but she couldn't help but open it.

A diamond ring is surrounded by black velvet, featuring a three-carat diamond that is both dazzling and understated.

Three carats is considered unimpressive in high society circles. However, Jiang Xing once casually mentioned to Lou Qi that she didn't like overly large diamond rings; three carats would be enough for her.

Jiang Xing reached out her hand as if possessed, and by the time she realized it, the ring was already on her middle finger.

The ring size fit her middle finger perfectly.

Jiang Xing's fingertips trembled slightly, and as if afraid of being seen, she quickly took off the ring and put it back in the ring box.

A diamond ring on the middle finger signifies a marriage proposal. Is this Lou Qi's answer to her?

—You think marriage is impossible, but I've already prepared the diamond ring.

Is Lou Qi waiting for her response?

Jiang Xing grabbed a handful of her hair in frustration, her mind a jumbled mess, and began to doubt whether her initial decision was right. She didn't want to toy with Lou Qi's feelings; she thought Lou Qi was just playing with her, that they each got what they wanted, which was why she didn't feel guilty.

Now, things seem to have gone beyond her plans.

The ringing of the phone snapped Jiang Xing back to reality.

The caller was from an unknown number.

As soon as Jiang Xing answered the phone, the other party said, "Are you Jiang Xing?"

A defiant female voice.

"Yes. May I ask who you are?"

"I'm Lou Qi's mother, and I want to see you. Do you have time today?"

Jiang Xing frowned. Although the other person used a question, their tone showed absolutely no respect.