"Zhong Xuan."
Song Lingyu opened her mouth, accepting Grandpa Lan's conditions meant she couldn't marry Lan Zhongxuan.
"Lingyu, rest assured, you are the only one in my heart. Xu Meili is just my wife in name; in my heart, you are my wife."
Lan Zhongxuan held Song Lingyu's hand tenderly, and there was no denying how touching a man's words of love can be, regardless of his age.
"Zhong Xuan." Song Lingyu was quite moved but still tried to maintain her rationality: "Following you like this, without status or title, it's okay for me, but in the future, as you become the chairman, those who don't know the truth might think I'm your mistress."
Song Lingyu expressed herself pitifully, and Lan Zhongxuan, feeling very distressed, held her and vowed: "Lingyu, don't worry, you are my wife. In the presence of all the employees, you will also be their Mrs., and no one will doubt you."
