Yan Ting stepped inside and caught sight of the delicate and beautiful woman standing in the living room. The gloom that had weighed on him all day instantly lifted.
He walked up to her, and by the faint light streaming through the window, he studied her eyes. Her gaze was tinged with laughter, bright and radiant.
"The matter with my uncle has been resolved!" Yan Ting's thin lips pressed down gently, leaving a kiss on her forehead. "Next is the matter of our wedding!"
"Hmm!" Banxia's lips curled into a joyful smile. "You've been so busy and tired these past few days!"
"When I think about marrying you and making you my wife, all the fatigue feels worth it. Because fate has given me so much more, so much better!" Yan Ting reached out, gently pulling her delicate frame into his embrace. "I got their entire family to move out. From now on, you and the child will live here—it'll be safer."
