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Everyone had left, and Zhou Yingying finally realized she had made a big mistake. She looked at Fang Yin, who stood there expressionless, and slowly made her way over like a snail. In the smallest voice she could muster, she said, "I'm sorry."
Zhou Yingying lowered her head, nervously tugging at the hem of her dress, her gaze evasive.
Fang Yin seemed not to have heard her. His expression was somewhat obscured in the shadows. Finally, he turned to look at Zhou Yingying and slowly said, "Yingying, your foot is better now, right?"
Zhou Yingying was taken aback; only then did she realize she had long since discarded her crutches and was standing steadily in front of Fang Yin, indicating that her legs had healed completely.
"I..."
Fang Yin said nothing more and turned to walk away. Zhou Zhisheng approached, patted his daughter's shoulder, and followed Fang Yin out, leaving Zhou Yingying standing there alone, at a loss.
"Not every girl has to be a refined lady to get married."
She must have been disliked.
Sitting in front of her thirty-fifth blind date, Zhou Yingying silently tugged at her qipao. She thought she shouldn't have kept it from Fang Yin that her right leg had healed long ago and that she always made him carry her around.
She could almost hear Fang Yin saying to her, "Zhou Yingying, you are being unreasonable."
Zhou Yingying stared blankly at the glass across from her. The reflection showed her face blurred; it was evident that she had lost more weight compared to previous blind dates and that her complexion had paled significantly. Passersby on the street hurried by with their hats pulled low and their coats wrapped tightly around them.
"Miss Zhou... I said Miss Zhou..." The other party waved a hand in front of her face, snapping her back to reality. Embarrassed, she replied, "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"
Yes, she finally learned to feel shy.
She had finally mastered the art of speaking softly, just like Yang Siyi. She realized that there were many ways to express her emotions beyond shouting and fighting; it was just that the person who taught her was no longer around.
“It’s alright. Since Miss Zhou seems lost in thought, I’ll say it again,”
the other party didn’t seem to mind at all, smiling as she addressed Zhou Yingying. “My name is Yang Siyi, and I’m the president of the Zhai Qianyue Chamber of Commerce.”
Then came the astonishing words: “I’ve heard that Miss Zhou is a remarkable woman, but I didn’t expect you to be so gentle.”
Zhou Yingying smiled faintly, just about to explain how volatile and terrible she truly was when Yang Siyi continued thoughtfully, “I’ve heard about your past exploits. For example, scaring a crying child into silence; making gangsters kneel and beg for mercy; even turning robbers into people who compensated their victims with gold bars…”
As Yang Siyi spoke on and on, Zhou Yingying's face shifted from green to black and then back to white. She picked up her handbag, knowing that this time it was hopeless again.
Zhou Yingying tightened her grip on the handbag’s handle, her body stiffening as she stood up and turned to leave.
“Wait a moment… Miss Zhou,” Yang Siyi reached out to stop Zhou Yingying from leaving, then pulled a small box from her suit pocket. “I truly admire your character, so—would you do me the honor of marrying me?”
Zhou Yingying froze.
Her eyes widened in shock as she stared intently at the box in Yang Siyi's hand, her face filled with disbelief.
She looked at the small box held tightly by Yang Siyi; when it opened, a ring sparkled inside—neither too big nor too small—shining like the silver hairpin she had carefully treasured.
"...... I see... Well, okay." After a long pause, Zhou Yingying finally lifted her head, slowly extending her hand to take the ring from Yang Siyi's grasp, responding softly.
Her hand trembled slightly, and there was a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"Wait..." Before she could finish her sentence, a familiar voice interrupted, "I object!"
Both Zhou Yingying and Yang Siyi turned their heads simultaneously to see a figure standing at the entrance of the restaurant, panting heavily. With a dark expression, he strode over and snatched the ring from Zhou Yingying's hand. "Who gave you permission to marry so casually?"
It was Fang Yin.
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