"Grandma, I’ve been quite busy with work lately, I’m afraid I don’t have ti to consider marriage." Yan Ting rejected her directly and candidly.
"What do you an you don’t have ti? If you don’t have ti, Tingting has ti. In fact, Tingting plans to find a job, so why don’t you arrange a position for her near your office? This way, you can work together and develop feelings for each other—how wonderful is that!" Mrs. Huo was so eager simply because she was afraid Yan Ting might go back to Lin Banxia, eating what she called "old grass."
Chu Tingting stood aside, watching Mrs. Huo force Yan Ting for her sake. Though she felt pleased, she also had her worries.
"Grandma, I haven’t exactly reached that stage with Yan Ting yet. Although... I genuinely like him from the bottom of my heart, but if Yan Ting..." As Chu Tingting spoke, her eyes were already red.
"Tingting, don’t cry! You’re my favorite!" Mrs. Huo quickly comforted her, then turned her gaze sharply towards Yan Ting. "Yan Ting, let ask you—do you still have feelings for Lin Banxia?"
Yan Ting’s sharp brows furrowed tightly; this was nothing short of coercion, and he truly felt irritated.
"I’ve already ended things with her!" Thinking about the second condition that the petite woman had laid out, Yan Ting could only reply against his true feelings.
The mont Chu Tingting heard these words, her joy was unparalleled. She then spoke, oh-so-understandingly: "Grandma, Yan Ting just ca out of a bad marriage. I imagine his heart hasn’t settled yet. I’m still young, so why don’t you let Yan Ting and spend so ti together naturally? Grandma, I appreciate your good intentions."
As soon as Yan Ting heard Chu Tingting referring to his marriage with Lin Banxia as "bad," a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
Who said that marriage was bad? In fact, he felt that being with that woman had been the most relaxed and carefree ti of his life.
Looking at the picture-perfect Chu Tingting now—with her refined, ladylike deanor, gentle and courteous speech, and her restrained smile—it felt like she was nothing more than a factory-line product, bound and boring.
Yan Ting had grown up in this kind of wealthy, high-society family, and he truly hated those who suppressed their true selves in their effort to appear noble. At tis, he even disliked his own personality.
Lin Banxia’s presence was like a beam of sunlight that inadvertently illuminated the depths of his heart, bringing warmth to his life.
Yan Ting realized that he could no longer live in a world devoid of sunlight—it was unbearably dull and lifeless.
Last night, when he climbed over the wall to find that woman, he even felt that falling off the wall was a strange kind of joy in itself.
"Yan Ting... what are you thinking about?" Chu Tingting had been calling his na several tis, but he seed lost in his thoughts. Finally, Chu Tingting raised her voice.
Yan Ting snapped out of it and replied flatly, "It’s nothing. Tingting, you’ve really grown up—you’re becoming more sensible by the day."
Chu Tingting’s face lit up with excitent; surely, Yan Ting had been moved by her earlier plea to Grandma, seeing her as considerate and gracious.
"Yan Ting, can I visit you often from now on? Do you have any jobs suitable for ? I really want to find a job." Although she had temporarily convinced Grandma, Chu Tingting was clever enough not to miss any opportunity to spend ti with Yan Ting.
Yan Ting knew all too well that if he didn’t give Grandma a satisfactory answer today, she would never stop praising Chu Tingting and nagging him about her virtues.
"I’ll take a look and let you know if there’s sothing suitable," Yan Ting responded in the sa distant tone.
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