At this moment, in Chun Tianle's eyes, forget about giving up the honors he earned in the army, even if it meant becoming an Emperor, he wouldn't be willing.
His hopes were simple: to have a child with the woman he loved, grow old with his wife, and watch their child grow up.
Su Chaoyang nodded, understanding.
"So when are we drinking at your wedding feast?"
The spirited man on the hospital bed suddenly frowned, "That little girl seems in no hurry to marry me. I've asked her a few times, but she always brushes me off—"
"Really? How's that possible?" He thought An'an should be eager to get married, right?
"I guess she has something in mind."
"So what do we do?"
"Do nothing... the baby in her belly is growing each day, can she run away? I know what's on her mind, let her be..." Chun Tianle smiled confidently.
