He chuckled. Zhou Luchen's smile, lips curved, was exceptionally charming, reaching deep into her heart every time.
"You're so bad, President Zhou," she pouted coquettishly. So bad she was helpless against him.
President Zhou ignored her.
Shen Jing grew nervous again and suddenly raised her voice. "Let me explain! I'll tell you everything! He was a childhood neighbor. We just met for dinner. His grandfather often took care of my maternal grandmother; it's a debt of gratitude. They're a very good family."
Zhou Luchen wasn't listening. His dark, distinguished brows lifted slightly. "So eager to get married, are you?"
His words, barely audible, brushed against her ear, a silent torment to her eardrums.
"I am," Shen Jing tilted her head slightly.
"Why don't you marry me? Take me home, make me Mrs. Zhou, and add my name to your family's ancestral records. Wouldn't that be nice?"
As she spoke, a bright glitter appeared in her eyes.
