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She really wanted to understand Italian, but what could she do about him?
As the music came to an end, there was a brief silence before the crowd erupted into a wave of applause. Wei Jingxi stood up to return the guitar to the band. As he approached, he pressed his lips together and touched his ear.
It was quite uncharacteristic of him; Wei Jingxi always walked in a relaxed and casual manner. But at this moment, his gaze dared only to rest on Zheng Mengni's delicate, fair chin.
When he finally stood in front of her, his breath began to quicken, and his heart skipped a few beats. He leaned in closer, and Zheng Mengni also rose from her seat, her eyes sparkling as if filled with stars—clear and bright. The look she gave him seemed to hold a hint of anticipation.
Over Wei Jingxi's shoulder, Zheng Mengni saw a line of waiters approaching, each carrying a giant bouquet of roses. There were ten of them, each holding one bouquet. The pink roses had a red bill tucked into each bloom.
The onlookers realized what was happening and stifled their laughter while pulling out their phones to take pictures and videos. It wasn't that he hadn't prepared a gift after all. A smile played at the corners of Zheng Mengni's mouth as she thought of Qing Qian.
Wei Jingxi rubbed his nose and said, "Today is an important day. To avoid any rashes later that might ruin your beauty, I prepared only hand flowers. Don't mind it; I'll make it up to you with real flowers later."
He added that they had only nine thousand ninety-nine roses there, and he would personally get her the remaining eleven.
Bending down, Wei Jingxi whispered in Zheng Mengni's ear while gently tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Xiao Ni, turn around."
His voice flowed softly into her ear, carrying a hint of bright laughter within its clarity.
Zheng Mengni turned around to find Wei Jingxi standing behind her, his hand resting on her shoulder as he leaned slightly forward, pressing his head against her ear while quietly admiring her beauty—more stunning than the scenery outside the window.
Fireworks burst into the sky, blooming like magnificent roses one after another. The colors mingled in the golden sky—orange-yellow, blue-purple, and pink-orange—like a meteor shower descending upon the earth, breathtakingly beautiful.
On that summer evening, with clear skies and exploding fireworks resembling a spilled palette in an art studio or colorful cotton candy slowly melting away, it looked like clusters of blooming roses desperately showcasing fleeting moments of exquisite beauty.
Wei Jingxi's breath drew near to Zheng Mengni's ear as he softly said, "This is the first one."
The fireworks continued to light up the night as Wei Jingxi began to present his gifts one by one.
These are all priceless gifts that cannot be bought with money.
By the time he reached the tenth flower, Wei Jingxi suddenly fell silent.
In truth, he was filled with contradictions. For so many years, he had harbored a secret crush on someone, yet he had never considered taking the initiative to say "I like you." Instead, he resorted to the clumsy tactic of coercion, using hurtful words to capture Zheng Mengni's attention.
It was truly foolish.
His feelings for her had begun long ago, but perhaps the real connection between them was only just beginning at this moment. Wei Jingxi always believed that the person who first uttered the word "love" would inevitably be at the mercy of the other. He cherished his freedom and disliked being constrained. However, what mattered was not the constraint itself, but rather who it was that bound him.
If it were Zheng Mengni, he would willingly submit.
From the very first day he met her, he had stepped into Zheng Mengni's cage.
Wei Jingxi took out the diamond ring that had cost a billion to acquire, his brows and eyes gently curving with a smile.
"Let’s get engaged."
He didn’t mention marriage; he was willing to respect all of Zheng Mengni's thoughts and feelings.
That delicate hand, as soft as if it had no bones, was raised at some point without him noticing. Wei Jingxi slowly and firmly slid the ring onto Zheng Mengni's slender white finger.
The people around them erupted in applause and cheers, celebrating this romantic and shocking moment.
Outside the window, the brilliant fireworks continued to light up the night sky without fading away.
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