Qin Zhiyou was overjoyed and instantly embraced her: "You agreed? You agreed to marry me?"
A fleeting joy passed across Lu Weixi's face, but she deliberately put on a stern expression when she looked up: "It's not that I agree, but my child needs a father."
Qin Zhiyou nodded: "I understand, I understand. I won't let you and the child down."
Lu Weixi opened her fist, the ring in her palm already warmed by her grip. Qin Zhiyou, excited, picked up the ring, about to slip it on her finger, when suddenly Lu Weixi withdrew her hand: "What about my mom?"
Although in recent days, relations between Ms. Lu and Qin Zhiyou had eased a bit, easing didn't mean approval. Qin Zhiyou's expression still visibly displeased her.
Marriage is a major affair; she couldn't possibly go against her mother's wishes, especially after Ms. Lu had fallen ill.
As long as her mother doesn't give her approval, she won't marry him.
