He spoke, gently lifting her chin to study her face, their faces so close they were almost touching noses.

Lu Jinyan was focused, intent on examining her nose, while Wen Duoduo couldn’t handle the close contact.

The warm breath from his nostrils sprinkled over her face, hot air brushing the fine hairs on her face. Up close, she could see his face clearly, even counting the number of his eyelashes seemed possible...

Moreover, Lu Jinyan occasionally blew air onto her nose, his attractive lips pouting slightly, making one’s heart stir...

Unsure of when it started, Wen Duoduo’s face began to flush red.

"Hmm, seems like there’s nothing wrong, just a bit red, it should be fine after a while."

Lu Jinyan finished speaking, released the hands holding her cheeks, and suddenly looked down to see the blush on her face.

He was momentarily stunned.

Then, he laughed.

"What are you thinking about, your face is so red?" he asked with a chuckle.

Wen Duoduo quickly shook her head, "No, not thinking about anything."

Little did she know, the more she denied it, the more her thoughts were exposed.

Immediately, Lu Jinyan was prompted to tease her.

He tucked one hand in his pocket, held her hand with the other, and asked, "Wen Duoduo, you’re so clumsy, I’m really worried if anyone will marry you in the future."

Just as he expected, Wen Duoduo reacted like an angry cat.

She glared at him furiously, "Whether someone marries me or not, it’s none of your business!"

The damn Lu Jinyan, too sharp-tongued, she cursed him to be pelted with eggs walking down the street, haunted at home at night, and choke on fruit...

But the next second, she heard Lu Jinyan say, "But it’s okay, if there’s really no one, I don’t mind marrying you."

As he said this, he leaned down quickly and kissed her flushed cheek.

Wen Duoduo’s mind went blank, she was completely stunned.

Lu Jinyan, as if he hadn’t said anything, happily held her hand, took the bouquet from her hand, and said, "Come on, I’ll take you back!"

He led her towards the door.

Not far away, Yan Xue had witnessed the scene earlier, feeling a deep satisfaction.

She clutched her chest, smiling with contentment, nodding with emotion, "Not bad, not bad, with Miss Wen here, my son’s ’illness’ can be cured!"

...

Half an hour later, at the hotel entrance.

Song Dabai held his little chubby hands around his daddy and mommy, fussing and pouting, "I don’t want to, I don’t want to go, I want to be with daddy and mommy, I don’t want to stay at auntie’s house!"

Yan Xue hugged Song Dabai’s small body and said, "Dabai, be good, tonight your daddy and mommy are staying at the hotel, tomorrow they’re going on their honeymoon, children don’t go on honeymoons with parents."

"But I don’t want to, I want to go with daddy and mommy." Song Dabai puckered his little mouth, looking pitiful, on the verge of tears.

Song Yinyin couldn’t bear to disappoint her son, so she coaxed him, "Dabai, mommy will bring you a gift, okay?"

"What gift?" The little guy sniffled, his eyes sparkling.

Song Dabai blinked, thought for a moment, and said, "I want the game console I saw at Uncle Si’s house last time and a cool gun like Uncle Ji’s."

Lu Jihan rubbed his son’s forehead, "Next time I’ll ask Uncle Si to send you a set, and as for the gun, kids can’t have them, but if you want to learn shooting, Uncle Ji can teach you."