Never Regret Falling in Love with You

Song Wanting's eyes were filled with love for Ye Mo. As a mother, she was naturally happy that someone thought so highly of her son.

"Look at how sweet this girl is. Mo'er, it's rare for Wan Ting to like you so much. You must treasure her."

Ye Mo guessed that his mother was about to mention the wedding day. He slowly got up and said to Feng Yi in a soft voice, "Mom, I have two things I want to say to Wan Ting alone."

"Go!"

Song Wanting followed meekly behind Ye Mo as they entered the study.

Just as she heard the door to the study shut, Fu Fengyi waved her hand and called Xia Yihan over. She took out a brocade case that contained red rings from her bag as she instructed in a low voice, "Go and take this to the study and personally hand it to Mr. Ye. Like I said, why is he so sloppy? He didn't even remember to bring the marriage proposal ring. Do you understand? "

Although Xia Yihan's head was still in a daze, she thought that if Director Ye didn't come this time, he would come sooner or later.

For now, she could only continue to endure and wait.

"Yes, ma'am!" She took the ring box from Fu Fengyi and walked towards the study with her head lowered.

As they walked, they thought that all the maids were waiting in the hall, but the Countess singly asked her to send the ring.

Perhaps he wanted her to witness Ye Mo proposing to Song Wanting with her own eyes so she would give up.

Madame, you are thinking too much.

Inside the study, Ye Mo's expression was solemn.

He looked indifferently at Song Wanting, and slowly said, "I hope you can hear what I'm saying now. I don't like your feelings, nor do I hate you. My mother has a good impression of you and wants me to marry you. I don't want to go against her wishes. If you want, we'll get married. If you don't want to, I'll tell my mother that I changed my mind and won't make things difficult for you. "

When he said he wanted to talk to her alone, Song Wanting guessed what he would say.

He was a cruel man. If he didn't like her, he didn't like her. If he didn't love her, he didn't love her.

She was upset, but she didn't want him to see it.

Wasn't what she wanted was to be his wife, not just a casual partner in bed?

Song Wan Ting tried her best to smile, walked up to Ye Mo and held his hand, saying firmly, "Zimo, I love you! I'm willing to spend my whole life loving you, I don't care if you love me or not! "

Xia Yihan just happened to walk out the door, so she clearly heard Song Wanting's passionate confession.

"Don't say that to me in the future. I don't like those words. "Also, you have to remember one thing. I did not promise you that I could only have you as my only woman. You better not have that kind of luck either." Ye Mo's voice was as cold as usual. Even Xia Yihan, who was outside the door, felt a chill run down her spine when she heard it.

What a heartless man. It was a calamity to anyone who loved him.

Yi Bing was pitiful, and so was Song Wanting.

Was it because he treated everyone as if they were her? Was it because he began his domineering occupation, unscrupulously kissed her, seized her heart, and then didn't care about abandoning or trampling on her?

He was going to be married, he was going to be married, he was not committed to loyalty, he was going to be able to brazenly say without a care that he would not have only one woman.

Ye Mo, you are such a bastard!

She didn't know why she felt resentment towards him, but when she heard him say heartless words to Song Wanting, she felt that she blamed him.

Song Wanting also resented him. This man, even when he was warm in bed, had never told her about love, but she still had to love him hopelessly.

You owe it to whoever you love. It might be her life, she agreed.

She put away the smile on her face and looked up at Ye-Mo with a serious expression.

"I have already prepared in my heart. I don't dare to monopolize a man like you. I also tried my best not to be jealous. I just hope that you won't forget that I'm your fiancee and that I'll be your wife in the future. "

Song Wanting, why are you so humble? Xia Yihan really wanted to rush in and let her see just how arrogant and selfish this Ye guy was.

Such a beautiful woman like her, where could she not see the man that treated her sincerely?

However, she could only sigh helplessly in her heart as she raised her weak hand and lightly knocked on the door.

"Enter!" Ye Mo's voice.

She opened the door, stood in the doorway, and said softly, "Madame asked me to bring this. He said why are you so sloppy that you forgot to bring your wedding ring."

Ye Mo's gaze took advantage of her words to size up her little face.

Her face was calm, and it was hard to tell that she was feeling even the slightest bit emotional about his marriage. His face once again darkened.

"Give it here!"

Xia Yihan walked in front of the two of them, lowered her head and raised her hand.

Ye Mo quickly opened the lid of the box with one hand and used his index finger to pick out the ring from the box. He gently said to Song Wanting, "Let's get engaged!"

This was what Song Wanting had been hoping for for for a long time. Although it wasn't as deep of love as she had dreamed of, it still wasn't as cold as usual.

Did she have to thank this woman who came to give him the ring? Did he suddenly treat her better because he wanted to provoke her?

The woman's sixth sense was so sensitive that she sometimes wished she weren't.

Ye Mo helped her put the ring on her finger.

His strong arms instantly wrapped around Song Wanting's waist as he bent down slightly and quickly kissed her lips.

Xia Yihan was stunned. This series of actions did not seem any different from when he kissed her. He really did treat women this way often, but why did her heart suddenly feel a stabbing pain?

She lowered her eyes, laid the ring box on the desk, and silently turned toward the door.

At the same time, Ye Mo let go of Song Wanting.

He hadn't kissed her, even when he went to bed, and he didn't seem to like kissing.

Song Wanting had surreptitiously surreptitiously checked the internet. Some men didn't like to kiss women's lips, so this might have something to do with their obsession with cleanliness.

The moment he had taken the initiative to kiss her on the lips, she had felt a sense of absolute happiness. It was a wonderful feeling.

His letting go had also made her feel lost. He didn't even look at her, but stared coldly at the door. That figure was stubbornly straight, and they couldn't see the bitterness that flashed through her eyes.

"Zimo, don't make Auntie wait any longer, let's go back?" Song Wanting took the initiative to hold Ye Mo's arm.

She believed that when it came to kissing, there would be a second time. He would slowly fall in love with her.

When they returned to the hall and sat down, everyone noticed the shining diamond ring on Song Wanting's hand.

Everyone thought that they were flirting in the study and could see some clues from Song Wanting's slightly red face.

Xia Yihan had also finished paying her respects, and had already returned to her original position.

"Mo'er, your father and I will choose a time to go to the Song Family and propose marriage as soon as possible. We'll set the date of the engagement first."

Ye Mo nodded in agreement with Fu Fengyi's suggestion.

After the most important matter was discussed, the butler went up to Feng Yi and said, "To celebrate Mr. Ye's birthday, the servants specially prepared a dance. Now that it's a double celebration, they are even more anxious to send their blessings. "

Fu Fengyi was also very happy. "Alright! Let them dance."

The butler then directed the maids to change their clothes and told the security guards to prepare the music.

The maids were all of good stature. They all wore Indian clothes, revealing their white stomachs. They danced gracefully.

They were shaking, while Xia Yihan's head felt even more dizzy.

After the dance was over, Fu Fengyi took the lead to confirm. Ye Mo also replied, "That's right. We'll give each of them an extra month's salary."

"Yes, Mr. Ye!"

"Also, clean the easternmost guest room after dinner for Miss Song to stay in." After he finished, he turned around and said to Song Wanting, "In the future, when you want to come, come and stay for a few days. I'll keep that room for you."

Although she could not sleep in the master bedroom with him, he could still leave a room for her alone, so it was considered an acknowledgement of her status. Song Wanting nodded with gratification, and gently replied, "Okay!"

After the meal, Song Wanting accompanied Fu Fengyi to chat. Her charming mouth made her future mother-in-law extremely happy.

On the other hand, Xia Yihan was still stubbornly holding on. She had been ordered by the butler to do the housework without stopping.

She went to her room later than anyone else, and it was after ten o'clock when she returned to the workroom. Zhao Tiannan was also tired from the day, so he had already fallen asleep on the bed.

Xia Yihan was practically lying on the bed. Jiu Jiu and Liu Xiaoyi were worried about her, so when they heard her door ring, they quickly and quietly got up to look for her.

Her forehead was frighteningly hot, and the constant high fever was making her gradually lose consciousness. Her eyes were closed and she spoke in a language they did not understand.

"No!" We must inform the butler! " The wine said.

"I'll go!"

Liu Xiaojiao ran out the door and knocked hard on the butler's door, anxiously begging, "Butler, quickly get up! Yi Han's fever is really high, come and take a look! "

The butler could tell that Xia Yihan was physically weak, but Ye Mo didn't tell her to stop, so he was naturally happy to torture her.

Guessing that she might get worse at night, he deliberately avoided sleeping in his own room. In the name of having to take care of his wife in the immediate vicinity, with her permission, he took up residence in a small guest room in the main house.

Liu Xiaoyang knocked for a long time, but no one answered. She went back to Xia Yihan's room dejectedly, only to see that Xia Yihan's hands and feet were twitching from the high fever.

The temperature of the wine continued to rise as he touched Xia Yihan's forehead.

"No!" This won't do! I'm going to find Mr. Ye! Little Jiao, take care of Yihan. I'll come as soon as possible! "