She went to the wrong table on a blind date and ended up getting married to a billionaire CEO.

"Such a big house, decorated so beautifully..." Su Mailou murmured to herself, still in awe, "When exactly did you prepare this?"

Mo Yan seemed to sense her doubts and explained with a smile, "Actually, I've been looking at this house for a long time."

The garden and house were mostly maintained by the previous owners, who, for some reason, suddenly decided to settle abroad, and the house has hardly ever been lived in.

He gently stroked Su Mailou's hand and continued, "I signed the purchase agreement a month ago, but the transfer of ownership hasn't been completed yet. After returning from Hong Kong, I discussed with the owner about transferring the property directly to your name."

I made some slight modifications to the second floor to suit Duoduo's style.

As Su Mairou listened to these words, an indescribable emotion welled up in her heart.

It turns out that Mo Yan started planning their lives so early on.

Long before she opened her heart to him, long before she was willing to try a romantic relationship, he was already paving the way for their future.

Moreover, during her trip to Hong Kong, she only slightly showed him affection, and he immediately transferred such an expensive property to her name.

This unwavering choice and unconditional trust were more shocking and precious to her than the house itself.

"Why did you..." Su Mairou asked softly, her eyes filled with confusion and emotion.

Mo Yan smiled gently, his eyes shining with unwavering determination: "Because I believe in us. Even if you hadn't accepted me then, I believed that one day you would be willing to give us a chance."

He paused, his voice softening further: "Even if you don't ultimately accept me, I hope you and Duoduo will have a wonderful home, a place that truly belongs to you both."

Hearing these words, Su Mairou felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

She never imagined that there would be someone in this world who would care for her so unconditionally, and who would be willing to give so much without any promises or rewards.

Mo Yan's intentions far exceeded her expectations and her understanding of love.

In the past, Su Mairou always carefully protected her heart, afraid of being hurt again; she always meticulously weighed the effort and reward, afraid of losing her balance again.

But Mo Yan showed her through his actions that true love is selfless giving, unconditional trust, and unwavering devotion even when there is no response.

Silence fell over the wooden cabin.

A gentle breeze wafted through the open window, bringing the fragrance of various flowers and plants from the garden. Moonlight bathed the two of them, adding a touch of dreaminess and tenderness to the moment.

Su Mairou looked down at the property certificate in her hand, gently stroking the gold-embossed lettering, as if caressing a dream.

Deep down, she knew that if they broke up one day, she certainly wouldn't take advantage of the situation and wouldn't accept such an expensive gift.

But at this moment, she is willing to accept this sentiment, willing to believe in Mo Yan's sincerity, and willing to try to have hope for the future.

“Thank you, Mo Yan,” Su Mailou finally spoke, her voice soft yet firm. “I’ll keep this house for you for now.”

She looked up, meeting Mo Yan's gaze, her eyes filled with a playful yet gentle light: "Thank you for everything you've done for me."

Mo Yan understood the meaning behind her words, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

He knew Su Mairou's character—independent, self-respecting, and principled.

She wouldn't easily accept such a valuable gift unless she was certain she could reciprocate with the same sincerity.

Her response at this moment was both an acceptance of his feelings and a respect for her own true inner feelings.

“Okay, you keep it for me, keep it for the rest of your life,” Mo Yan said softly, his eyes full of doting and expectation.

These words were like a pebble thrown into Su Mairou's calm heart lake, creating ripples.

She didn't respond immediately, but lowered her head slightly, her lips unconsciously curving upwards into a shy smile.

Mo Yan gently took her hand and led her to the swing inside the house.

The two sat down side by side, their bodies swaying gently with the swing.

The cabin was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and sunlight streamed in through the glass roof. The air conditioning was on, making it bright and comfortable.

Su Mailou leaned on Mo Yan's shoulder, feeling his strong shoulder and warm body temperature.

It's a wonderful feeling. It's an intimacy we're experiencing for the first time, yet it feels like we've been together for many years. It's natural and seamless.

“You know what?” Su Mairou suddenly said softly, “I always thought I would never believe in love again.”

Mo Yan didn't speak, but gently squeezed her hand, signaling her to continue.

"After the divorce, I focused all my energy on Duoduo and my work," Su Mailou said with a hint of regret.

"I told myself that living like this for the rest of my life wouldn't be bad. With Duoduo by my side and a fulfilling job, I'm already very content."

She looked up, meeting Mo Yan's focused gaze: "Until I met you."

Mo Yan's eyes lit up, and a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

“You always see through my thoughts, understand my concerns, and respect my decisions,” Su Mairou continued, her voice soft and sincere.

"You never pressured me, never rushed me, you just quietly stayed by my side, giving me enough time and space."

She took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and tenderness: "Thank you for your patience, thank you for making me believe in the possibility of love again."

Mo Yan was deeply moved by these words, and his eyes welled up with tears.

He gently pulled Su Mairou into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice low and tender: "Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

The two of them nestled together quietly, enjoying this rare moment of peace and intimacy.

The swing swayed gently in the breeze, and in the garden outside the wooden house, various flowers emitted a faint fragrance, filling the air with a sweet and gentle scent.

At this moment, all worries and anxieties were temporarily set aside, leaving only pure happiness and emotion.

Su Mairou knew that the road ahead was long and there would be many challenges and uncertainties waiting for them.

But at this moment, she is willing to believe in Mo Yan's sincerity, willing to believe in the possibility between them, and willing to open her heart and try to embrace love again.

This house, this garden, this gift is not just a place to live, but also Mo Yan's promise to her and his vision for their future.

And she, Su Mailou, will become the custodian of this precious gift and a witness to Mo Yan's sincere intentions.

"Okay, you keep it for me, keep it for the rest of your life."

Mo Yan's words echoed in her heart, like a beautiful poem, gentle yet firm.

He understood Su Mairou's thoughts, and he had absolute trust in her.