"I don't want to." Song Tingfan said firmly, though he sounded a bit sullen.
"Then that's settled, whether or not I regret it is already irrelevant."
Lin Qiao noticed he wasn't pleased with her answer, so she tugged the quilt and continued, "Besides, my husband is capable and handsome. Why would I regret it? I'd marry him again in the next life."
Song Tingfan's eyes lit up; at nearly forty, he was like a child, "Promise you won't lie to me?"
"If I lie to you, I won't get any candy..."
Before Lin Qiao could finish, her mouth was blocked, "Mmm..."
After a while, he let her go, joyfully whispering, "You'll get candy. I'll buy some for you later."
"Rock candy, marshmallows, fragrant candy, puffed rice candy... which one do you want?"
Before Lin Qiao could speak, he added, "Let's just get a bit of everything."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao burst into laughter, showing her teeth, "I don't want all my teeth to fall out in a few years and not be able to chew meat."
