Though Gu Mingzhu is capricious and also a young woman prone to pain, being held by a man is a rarity, and of those rare times, almost all were done by Qin Siyuan.

The girl’s body trembled slightly, sunlight streamed through the window enveloping her, the tiny hairs around her ear were clearly visible, she spoke softly, "Qin Siyuan, let go of me."

"No." He chuckled softly, "Answer me and I’ll let you go.

’My hand is injured.’ She whispered.

"That doesn’t matter," he replied in a hoarse voice.

Gu Mingzhu trembled lightly, then turned around, looking directly at him.

In this way, she was practically in his arms, trying to pull away but he held her waist with one hand.

He lowered his head, leaning in very close, his voice hoarse like never before, "If I want you, would you want me?"

Gu Mingzhu’s lips trembled slightly, staring at his face.

He smiled briefly, not in a hurry for her response, capturing her uninjured wrist: "Let’s go eat."

By the time they got to the restaurant, she was still a bit dazed; Qin Siyuan was quite casual, he ordered food like they were an old married couple, even ordering a dessert for her.

Gu Mingzhu held her hand, she honestly couldn’t figure him out...

She silently thought to herself, she didn’t really want to figure him out.

Her right hand was injured, making eating somewhat inconvenient, fortunately it was western food so using a fork was fine. Qin Siyuan was quite busy, messages kept coming, but whenever he was free, he’d serve her food; later when the dessert arrived, that’s all she ate, and he didn’t mind, indulging her.

Nearing the end of their meal, his second secretary came over, handed him a bag, and Qin Siyuan placed it aside, then fixed his gaze on Gu Mingzhu, "In a few days, let’s go to Beicheng, okay?"

Gu Mingzhu lowered her head, "Alright, I know you’re tired of me, I also want to go back."

She didn’t want to be with this man whose personal life was chaotic, if he let her go, that would be the best.

Yet, her eyes turned a bit sour.

Qin Siyuan stared into her eyes for a moment, then smiled, "What are you thinking? We’re going there to propose."

Gu Mingzhu’s spoon dropped onto the table.

What was he talking about?

Propose, propose... what proposal?

Qin Siyuan leaned across the table, reached out and touched her little head, chuckling softly, "Silly girl. To propose to your father."

Gu Mingzhu almost jumped up, "We aren’t in that kind of relationship."

He continued to dine elegantly, only after finishing did he slowly say, "Actually, I wouldn’t mind solidifying the relationship before going, you’d probably behave a bit more then."

What does it mean to solidify the relationship?

When Gu Mingzhu weakly asked, Qin Siyuan smiled, "It’s exactly what you’re thinking."

He grasped her hand, and magically a diamond ring appeared, it was a six-claw one starting with a T.

While she was still bewildered, a diamond ring already adorned her finger, slipped on by him.

Gu Mingzhu wanted to take it off, he spoke softly, "Don’t like it? Don’t want to marry me?"

As he spoke, he leaned back against the chair.

Actually, he was really busy and hadn’t planned to progress this quickly with her, but lately somehow... if he didn’t act she might truly return to Beicheng, and of course, he knew her thoughts and concerns. But he wanted her to voice them.

Because that person was always a thorn in her heart, voicing it would resolve it, stabilizing their days in the future.

Gu Mingzhu stared at the diamond ring, only after a long while did she hoarsely speak, "You... really want to marry me?"

"Yes."

Gu Mingzhu raised her eyes, staring straight at him, "What about that secretary, if I say I want you to dismiss her?"

"I can, I’ll write her a recommendation letter." He smiled as he spoke, "If you’re still dissatisfied, I could arrange for her to go abroad, but I think it’s unnecessary. Saying that makes her out to be very important to our relationship, but she’s not."

After all, he’d fought and crawled through life, how could she be a match for him; with a few words he made it seem as if objecting would be unreasonable...