Chapter 92: Discussing Marriage?

Xia Yu found her incredibly adorable like this, and he had to admit, from this moment on, he began to gradually feel something for this girl.

“Hey, why are you leaving? I still haven’t bought you any clothes.”

“Oh, you don’t need to,” Zhao Sijie protested, suddenly aware of how expensive everything was in this mall. Naturally, she couldn’t bear to let Xia Yu spend so much money.

“No, I have to buy some for you. I’ve got money,” Xia Yu said assertively, pulling her into another clothing store. In the end, he picked out two dresses—though, for Zhao Sijie, they were still exorbitantly priced.

So, when they walked out, she wasn’t very happy. “Yu, I know you mean well, but spending money like this is wasteful. We’re not rich people.”

“Who says we’re not? I am,” Xia Yu ruffled her hair and smiled. “Didn’t I tell you I won the lottery?”

“How much did you win then?” she asked.

Thinking for a moment, Xia Yu raised two fingers. “Two... two hundred thousand.”

“What?” Zhao Sijie exclaimed, shocked. “Two hundred thousand?!”

“Yu, is that true?”

“Of course it’s true. Otherwise, how could I afford to rent you an apartment and buy you dresses?” Xia Yu said earnestly. “So we’re not short on money now. Don’t feel bad about it.”

“That’s incredible luck, but you have to be careful. Don’t get addicted to gambling,” she admonished solemnly. “And you can’t squander your money. Save it, you’ll need it for plenty of things in the future.”

“Alright, I get it,” Xia Yu said, half amused and half exasperated.

Just as the two were about to head back, four bodyguards suddenly rushed out and blocked their path.

“What... what do you want?!” Zhao Sijie was startled, fear tightening her voice.

The four ignored her, addressing Xia Yu coldly, “Kid, be smart and come with us.”

“Liang Zichao sent you, didn’t he? Not bad, he’s learned to bring more bodyguards when he goes out,” Xia Yu sneered dismissively.

“Cut the nonsense and come with us, or don’t blame us for getting rough.”

The men spoke harshly; as Liang Zichao’s personal bodyguards, they were trained fighters and clearly didn’t regard Xia Yu as a threat.

“Alright, let’s see if you have what it takes,” Xia Yu said with a relaxed smile, motioning Zhao Sijie to stand aside as he flexed his hands.

“Yu, be careful,” Zhao Sijie said uneasily. She knew Xia Yu practiced kickboxing and was quite skilled, but the group before them were tall, strong, and clearly more intimidating than the thugs who’d caused trouble at her home before.

But her worries proved unnecessary. What seemed destined to be a fierce battle ended quickly, with Xia Yu effortlessly knocking them all to the ground.

“Next time, tell Liang Zichao to find tougher guys. You lot look impressive, but you’re useless,” Xia Yu said, dusting off his hands, perfectly at ease.

“What are you waiting for? Let’s go,” he said.

“Oh...”

Zhao Sijie finally came to her senses, her gaze unconsciously admiring him. She couldn’t help but ask, “Yu, I’ve always wondered, how are you so good at fighting?”

“I told you before, remember? I learned martial arts from a master. Did you think I was joking?” Xia Yu teased.

“I honestly thought you were just bragging. But you’re amazing. Could you teach me...?”

Perhaps the humiliation from Lin Yuxin tonight had drawn them closer; when he walked her home, they shared a passionate goodbye kiss. If it weren’t for Zhao’s mother being at home, tonight might have seen a stormy affair.

Even as she was about to leave, Zhao Sijie was reluctant, her face showing every sign of a woman deeply in love.

Xia Yu returned home, showered, and sat alone on the balcony with a drink, overlooking the night scenery below the mountain, reflecting on the day’s events.

That sudden appearance of Mia—could he just be overthinking it? What if she really was drawn by his looks?

Then there was Zhao Sijie, so furious at Lin Yuxin—he couldn’t help but smile as the memory replayed in his mind.

Perhaps it was all fate; everything seemed predestined.

“Sijie is such a wonderful girl, and now she’s given herself to me. I can’t let her down.”

But when he thought of Lin Yuqing, the smile faded, replaced by a sense of loss.

“Yuqing, maybe we really are meant to miss each other...”

Xia Yu had remarkable self-control. As a battlefield assassin, everything had to be within his grasp. He had already adjusted his mindset: Lin Yuqing would simply be family, a sister to him.

In these days, Lin Yuqing’s situation had finally taken a turn. Thanks to Chen Min and the company’s skillful maneuvering, her father steered public opinion and held a press conference to clear things up.

Most crucially, Tang Meng publicly admitted her guilt on social media, which was pivotal.

Suddenly, the spotlight shifted; the internet’s fury turned on Tang Meng.

Lin Yuqing, being the victim, not only cleared her name but benefited from the incident. Her fame soared, her commercial value rivaling that of top celebrities—she had reached the pinnacle for any influencer.

A wave of envy swept through the online celebrity world. Some even tried to learn how to stir up controversy.

The one who suffered most was Tang Meng; her acting career was utterly destroyed. But who cared? She brought it on herself—no one would pity her.

With the crisis resolved, Lin Yuqing could hardly believe it. The first thing she did at home was share the good news with her parents.

“It’s thanks to the Li family, daughter. You really should thank Li Hao this time.”

“Now you see, Li Hao can be relied on in critical moments. Such a good man is hard to find,” her mother said.

Lin Fu nodded in agreement. “Your mother is right. If you ask me, you two should settle the marriage soon.”

“Exactly, that’s what I think too. Yuqing, invite Li Hao over for dinner. The whole family should thank him properly,” Liu Cuiping said happily.

“And see if he’s thinking about marriage. Once you marry into the Li family, your parents will finally hold their heads high. Let the rest of the Lin family see and envy us!”