Chapter 367: Chapter 367

"This..." Gu Zixuan hesitated.

Feng Chengjin’s smile grew warmer, "How about this, I’ll give him a call in a while to see if I can reach him. If not, I will send the little one to Yu Mansion tomorrow?"

At this, Gu Zixuan’s furrowed brow relaxed a bit.

Feng Chengjin: "Don’t worry too much. Maybe he didn’t come to pick you up because he has personal matters to attend to, or perhaps... things aren’t sorted yet and he needs some more time. It doesn’t necessarily mean something went wrong. Don’t underestimate Yu Yuanshen. For him to have become the top executive in Rong City’s financial district wasn’t an easy feat."

Hearing the deeper reassurance, Gu Zixuan smiled and nodded.

The gentle look on her face moved Feng Chengjin.

After a pause, he stood up straight, walked in front of Gu Zixuan, knelt on one knee before her, and took her soft, slender hand.

With a teasing smile, he said slowly, "Don’t keep thinking about all these things. Get ready because tomorrow is Christmas."

Feng Chengjin was hinting at registering their marriage the next day.

Her face blushed instantly, and she turned her head.

Feng Chengjin’s smile deepened, "Tomorrow, we’ll first go to the civil affairs bureau, then to another place. In the evening, there’s a charity gala at the International Mansion, and we’ll attend together. We’ll also go back to the old house later at night..."

As Feng Chengjin slowly planned out their day, Gu Zixuan’s face grew hotter, "Are you really planning to act first and inform later?"

"Not exactly..." Gu Zixuan was a bit hesitant. She wasn’t sure if it was out of shyness or nervousness over some issues, "After all, my family doesn’t know yet..."

She eventually gave this as her reason.

Feng Chengjin burst into laughter, "My family doesn’t know either, does it?"

"But," recalling how Zhou Huimei had once mocked her with the phrase, ’Married as wife, run as concubine,’ Gu Zixuan didn’t answer.

Seeing this, Feng Chengjin smiled even more and squeezed her hand, "Zixuan, I mean no disrespect to you. I just purely, personally want to become your husband tomorrow. This is just about the legality between us. As for the proper wedding, we’ll follow the procedures, and I will talk to your family and mine as well. I won’t use this matter to pressure either side. This is simply a contract between the two of us. Once both parents agree and you think the time is right, we’ll have the wedding. After all, it’s my selfish desire that I don’t want other men coveting you, and we’ve known each other for more than four months now. There are things I don’t want to wait any longer to change..."

Feng Chengjin spoke slowly, his eyes flickering.

Thinking about the scene where Feng Chengjin forced her to call him ’husband’, Gu Zixuan’s face turned pink.

Understanding that his actions were just him taking responsibility, her cheeks reddened further.

Gu Zixuan remained silent.

Feng Chengjin chuckled softly, drew closer, and kissed the corner of her lips, "Get up early tomorrow?"

Gu Zixuan still didn’t speak.

Feng Chengjin found it amusing, "What? Backing out at the last moment isn’t like you."

Gu Zixuan: "Not really..."

This response lacked confidence.

Feng Chengjin’s eyebrows flickered with some unknown emotion before he altered his tone hauntingly, "Are you planning to keep another way out to marry someone else?"

"No!" Gu Zixuan quickly replied.

"Then why is it something you can do with He Qimo, but not with me?"

"Even less so." This time, Gu Zixuan shook her head in strong disagreement, "Feng Chengjin, I only want to marry you, you know that. The thing with He Qimo was just a mix-up. I’ve been waiting eight years for you, I..."

Halfway through, staring into Feng Chengjin’s amused and squinting eyes and his shoulders shaking with restrained laughter, she realized she’d been played.

For some reason, seeing Feng Chengjin’s sparkling eyes since he learned she wanted to marry him back then, she always felt like he was mocking her impulsiveness regarding marriage.

Blushing, she pushed him and lightly punched his chest, "You’re terrible."

With a low chuckle, Feng Chengjin wrapped her in his arms, "I can’t help being bad. We’ve both been waiting eight years for this marriage, Zixuan. For others, I might be willing to take it slow. But with you, I don’t want to wait for anything anymore."

Caressing her soft long hair, he continued gently, "Especially because if not for the twists of fate, you would have been my wife eight years ago. So, we’re just making up for lost time. Let’s get married. Some real-life issues might still be complicated to deal with and may not get resolved quickly. By registering, we give ourselves closure for the past eight years. Does that sound okay?"

Feng Chengjin’s voice was tender.

Gu Zixuan’s heart was touched slightly. After a pause, she raised her hand to wrap around his neck and nodded, "Okay."

At this moment, Shen Jian妮 was experiencing her most depressing episode on Christmas Eve. Read complete versıon only at NoveIＦire.net

With Christmas coming tomorrow, she thought the news about He Qimo had been overshadowed by that woman Zhou Xiao. She decided to post some photos to attract her fans; it wasn’t too much, was it?

But no, after spending two hours putting on makeup, changing outfits, and sifting through hundreds of edited photos to finally select one and posting it on Weibo, it didn’t even take an hour to fuel another hot search.

Staring at the avalanche of insults flooding in directed at her,

[Do you still have the nerve to flaunt photos and seduce someone’s husband, who gave you the courage!]

[Ugh! And at a hotel, no less. What do you mean by this? Flaunting that your status as a mistress is getting upgraded?]

[Look at your vixen face; you’re a disgrace to us women. May you and the scumbag He Qimo quickly become a pair and stop harming others.]

Her manager, Xiao Liu, had distressingly called her dozens of times.

"Auntie! What exactly were you thinking? You finally had someone take the heat off you, and you immediately want to hit the headlines. Can’t you feel comfortable without being scolded?"

Then came a call from the Junsheng Film and Television Group’s PR director.

"Shen the Superstar, what do you mean by this? To retaliate against the CEO by giving us extra PR problems? Regardless of what the CEO promised you, considering the company’s interests and reputation, all your public accounts on Weibo, WeChat, etc., will be taken over by us. I’ll personally report this to the CEO. Shen the Superstar, I hope your time in the cold storage is enough for you to reflect..."

The director hung up coldly.

On her end, Shen Jian妮 looked at her phone filled with millions of insults and couldn’t help but feel the playful and exasperated bounce of phrases like "damn it," "balls," and "mother of pockmarked Wang"...