Jiang Chenxi was driving when he heard those words and instinctively responded, "It's not liking, Yining, I love you."
Yining's lips slightly curled as she looked at Jiang Chenxi's profile through the car window. Joy yet pain filled her eyes. She wondered why the man she had fallen in love with could not have been him instead. If it had been him, could they not have ended up together earlier? For the first time, Yining fervently wished that Haohao were Jiang Chenxi's son.
"But your parents won't accept me, Chenxi. A marriage without the blessings of the elders won't be happy. I don't want you to have conflicts with your parents because of me." The words in her heart swirled on her tongue, but Yining's rationality returned, and she changed what she was about to say.
Jiang Chenxi's gaze darkened, "Yining, is this your reason for rejecting me? Not because you don't love me?"
