This proposal is different from before, no longer a half-hearted joke, but carries a sense of coercion.
Su Xingyu detected the ominous undertone in his words and dared not respond lightly, merely biting her lip and remaining silent.
Ouyang Yi laughed: "If you don't speak, I'll take it as your tacit agreement, okay? Soon I'll announce our engagement to the media, and we'll have a designer make your wedding gown. The timeline is tight, and you might have to settle for lesser options—there's no time for a top-notch haute couture gown, but other custom designs are fine as well. On our golden or silver anniversary later, I can make it up to you with a perfect one."
Her heart chilled with fear, weakly refusing, "Don't forget, I'm still married to Lu Shifeng; legally, I'm still his wife! He's consulted with a lawyer, and the marriage is automatically valid when one returns from the dead!"
