The foreigner looking confused quickly patted his butt, got up, and left.

Huo Zhenyang saw the foreigner leave and looked over at Jiayi.

Seeing his face looking so dark, Jiayi stuck out her tongue, "That guy came over by himself."

"You couldn’t send him away?"

"Those bikini girls were practically drooling over you. Why didn’t you stop them from looking at you?"

Tch, does he think he’s the only attractive one?

He lifted her chin, his gaze turning several degrees colder, "Trying to pick a fight with me? Fine, let me be clear: from now on, when someone flirts with you, you’re not allowed to respond. Remember, you’re pregnant."

"I may be pregnant, but I’m also single, you know. Why shouldn’t I be flirted with?" She raised her red lips, emphasizing the word "single."

His eyes flickered slightly, but he said nothing.

Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

She waited for his answer, the answer she wanted to hear.

But as seconds ticked by, he said nothing. Wiping the milk from her lips, he grabbed her hand, "Let’s go home."

Lingering on the beach any longer, and who knows when another suitor would try to flirt.

She was a bit disappointed but still tried to perk up and followed him back to the car.

***

By the time they returned to the San Marino Mansion Area, it was already twilight with the sunset in the west.

After dinner, Jiayi went upstairs to rest for a while, recovering most of her energy.

Even though it was twins this time, it was more comfortable than when she was pregnant with Zaizai, much less worrisome.

Perhaps the two little ones knew mommy had just been through a car accident and her body was just recovering, so they felt sorry for mommy and didn’t fuss much.

As usual, Jiayi called her mom for a chat, and as they talked, it got late.

After hanging up, she realized she hadn’t seen any sign of Huo Zhenyang.

She was a bit puzzled and was about to ask when the door creaked open, and an Indian maid peeked her head in and said in English, "Miss Chu, the young master invites you to the garden."

.........

The garden of the LA Huo Mansion was at the back of the villa, adjacent to a small natural forest, lush and endless.

As dusk fell, the afterglow faded, and the crescent moon peeked out from the clouds.

The sea breeze from the West Coast blew in, the air moist and clean, with a faint sweet scent, refreshing the mind.

Jiayi always felt today the entire villa had an unusually quiet vibe.

So quiet, it seemed like something was going to happen.

The garden’s design was a typical maze-like style among European and American private gardens, with the entrance being a green plant wall covered in creeping tiger vines. Jiayi remembered a cartoon she watched as a child called "The Secret Garden," designed just like this.

Entering, many little paths required twists and turns to reach the heart of the Huo Family garden.

Jiayi had lived there for quite a while but had never visited this garden.

Not because she wasn’t interested, but because the Huo Mansion was really too large, like a small castle, and it couldn’t be completely explored in just a few days.

As she got closer to the central core of the garden, her heartbeat quickened.

The music blended with the air, drifting intermittently, a violin mixed with a piano performance.

Melodious, graceful, elegant, and fresh.

It was "angel-in-my-world."

This was a popular folk song, and Jiayi remembered the lyrics, which translated to Chinese went:

"I found an angel, she has no wings.

But she has a warm heart, enough to melt my loneliness.

Her sweet smile makes me happy.

She is my angel, my eyes and heart tell me so.

One day, the angel will go to heaven, and when she comes back, she won’t recognize me,

but she still is my angel,

one day, the world will be no more, and the angel will return to heaven,

but as long as I don’t go to hell, I will always follow to protect."

...

Her heart skipped a beat, sensing something, and she continued to walk forward until she suddenly stopped.

In the oval-shaped garden center, musicians in black tailcoats were seated on one side, focused on their performance, lost in the music, undisturbed by her arrival.

The green walls on all sides suddenly flashed, and the small stringed bulbs lit up, illuminating the garden brightly like daylight, colorful and gorgeous.

With the melody of "angel-in-my-world," a firm and familiar silhouette came closer into view.

The perfectly tailored black bespoke suit accentuated Huo Zhenyang’s tall and handsome stature, brimming with brilliance.

Compared to his sunny and casual demeanor on the beach during the day, at this moment, he was noble and exuded an indescribable solemnity, like a god descending to earth.

He was always the kind of man who could wear casual with classic style.

Jiayi was stunned until he walked towards her,

and as his steps stopped, the band’s music halted abruptly.

The air, solidified.

Time, stood still.

She could only hear her own breathing and the heartbeats in her chest as she watched him kneel on one knee, opening a red satin box. The familiar diamond ring inside shimmered with a clean gleam under the moonlight.

It was the ring he first put on her finger when he proposed to her, the same one they exchanged at their first wedding.

A wedding ring, between them, for a lifetime, only one piece.

After several setbacks, it came back to her hand once more.

Tonight, he chose to put that ring back on her finger again.

"Do you remember the day of your car accident, I said on the phone I had a surprise for you."

His deep voice was magnetic in the serene atmosphere, yet there was an inexplicable tension.

Her pupils flickered. He had said on the phone that there would be a surprise when he came back... could it be a proposal?

His voice continued to drift along with the sea breeze, "Marry me again, darling."

After she woke up, he had already arranged for the butler to prepare the proposal. Originally, it was planned for next month after she’d further recovered.

After all, weddings are exhausting, and he didn’t want her to overstrain.

He didn’t expect her to recover so well. And today at the beach, he saw her being harassed and flirted by another man, and he could no longer wait.

Tonight, the latest would be tonight; he must secure the ownership of this little woman!

The man was dashing in his attire, elegant and graceful, composed and confident, like a noble and imperious king, yet looking at her with an innate beast-like possession toward its prey.

Turns out he never forgot, and never neglected.

Dazedly, she let him pull her hand over, and just as the diamond ring was about to slip on, she suddenly blinked, withdrew her finger, and seized the ring, holding it between her fingers. A playful smile appeared on her lips, "I’m not in the mood today! Let’s talk in a few days!"

Saying this, she raised her slender arm, stood slightly on tiptoe, and tossed towards the flower wall—

This man, too sly, liked to keep everything tight-lipped.

Watching her wanting him to propose without saying a word!

Hmph, can’t let him get away that easy!