I forcefully pamper the little pitiful uncle, he is wild and lustful

On the lawn outside the castle.

Except for a host who seemed to be a priest, there was no one else around.

The servant led An Ruo along the path of roses. She walked a little cautiously, feeling that the servant had taken her the wrong way.

After all, this flower path should be walked by the newcomers. If she walks through it first before the newcomers come, isn't it disrespectful to the newcomers?

After not seeing Ling Shaoqing for a while, An Ruo gradually lost her sense of security. She looked around helplessly, trying to find Ling Shaoqing.

"Miss An Ruo?"

The white-bearded pastor standing in front of the ceremonial stage spoke in awkward Chinese.

An Ruo was stunned for a moment. She didn't know why the priest knew her name, but out of politeness, she still said hello: "Hi..."

"Please come this way."

With her eyes following the direction pointed by the pastor, An Ruo could only walk over slowly and uneasily, alone at this moment.

"Please turn your back."

An Ruo frowned: "What to do?"

The pastor just smiled at her kindly and continued speaking awkward Chinese: "Waiting for your beloved."

Waiting for your beloved?

Is this appropriate to apply to her?

But An Ruo, who couldn't find Ling Shaoqing, could only stand as the priest asked. The dress she was wearing also made her a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Ling Shaoqing didn't keep her waiting too long. Before she became anxious, he walked gently behind her and raised his hand to cover her eyes.

It’s still a childish guess-who-am-I game.

It was just like when they were in the private hot spring in the villa, but An Ruo was not in the mood to be childish with him now.

"Uncle! It's not fun at all!" An Ruo was a little angry because Ling Shaoqing left suddenly for a short while.

She broke away from Ling Shaoqing's hand, and when she turned back, her eyes suddenly turned red.

I saw Ling Shaoqing wearing a very formal black suit, kneeling on one knee, holding a rose in one hand and a ring in the other.

The moment An Ruo turned around, he spoke: "An Ruo, marry me."

This...is this a proposal?

An Ruo looked at Ling Shaoqing in disbelief.

It turned out that this was not someone else's wedding venue. Ling Shaoqing suddenly took her to distant Ireland to propose to her.

Ling Shaoqing is proposing to her!

An Ruo repeatedly confirmed that this was not a dream. The man kneeling in front of her was Ling Shaoqing. He was holding a rose and a ring and proposed to her.

Tears fell like broken beads. She stretched out her hand involuntarily, then subconsciously retracted it.

Does she deserve it?

At the critical moment, she asked herself.

But Ling Shaoqing didn't give her a chance to back down. The moment she stretched out her hand, he held her hand tightly, and the slightly cool ring was put on her fingertips without hesitation.

"I thought you agreed!"

Ling Shaoqing stood up and stuffed the roses into An Ruo's arms. Looking at the stunned An Ruo, he couldn't help but raise his hand and rub her fluffy hair.

Then he reached out and took the veil prepared by the servant on the side, and put it on An Ruo's head himself.

This dress is a wedding dress.

"Because time is urgent, I didn't make something tailor-made for you. Please feel a little aggrieved first, and then I'll prepare the best for you when I go back to China for the wedding."

An Ruo shook her head in a daze, she didn't feel aggrieved at all.

But what surprised her was more than that. She thought that the proposal of marriage was the most important thing for Ling Shaoqing today, but it was not.

Ling Shaoqing took her hand and walked towards the pastor step by step.

The pastor actually recited the marriage vows, which was still a bit difficult to pronounce in Chinese, but it did not prevent An Ruo from hearing it clearly.

The pastor asked: "Mr. Ling, whether it is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, you will always love her, cherish her, and be loyal to her forever and ever. Are you willing?" ?”

Ling Shaoqing nodded directly: "I do."

"Miss An, no matter whether it is good times or bad times, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, you will always love him, cherish him, and be loyal to him forever and ever. Are you willing?"

An Ruo was stunned!

Not a proposal?

Why does it look like you are getting married now?

Ling Shaoqing was not in a hurry, and just looked at An Ruo with a pair of eyes full of love until her heart melted. She seemed to be unable to say anything except I am willing.

After signing the marriage contract, putting a ring on Ling Shaoqing's face, giving him a kiss, and being carried by his princess into a room full of roses, An Ruo still hadn't recovered yet.

She seemed to have married herself in a daze.

Ling Shaoqing held the person in his arms and coaxed: "What? Are you not happy to marry me?"

"No...it just feels like a dream? Uncle, why don't you pinch me."

Ling Shaoqing couldn't bear to pinch her: "It's not a dream, we are married."

An Ruo still had doubts: "But I'm not of legal age yet."

Ling Shaoqing smiled: "You can get married when you are 16 years or older in Ireland."

"So, uncle, you kidnapped me here on purpose?"

"Age is only one aspect. The most important point is that Ireland is a country where you can only get married but not divorce. Little girl, from now on you and I will only be separated by death."

An Ruo's eyes were filled with shock.

She never knew that Ireland was a country where only marriage was allowed but divorce was not allowed.

Ling Shaoqing told her very seriously and solemnly that from now on, there would be only farewell between them, not life and death.

This sounded better to An Ruo than any sweet words.

More effective than any oath!

In order to give Anruo a sense of security and to restore Anruo's mental health as soon as possible, this was the major decision Ling Shaoqing suddenly made.

He didn't discuss it with anyone, nor did he notify anyone in the Ling family, let alone Mr. Ling.

He just followed his inner thoughts and did what he wanted to do most.

Originally, Ling Shaoqing had planned to take An Ruo abroad to get married, but he didn't expect that it would be brought forward because of An Ruo's psychological problems.

An Ruo's heartache lies with him.

In order to completely dispel An Ruo's lack of confidence in herself and him, Ling Shaoqing also prepared a surprise for An Ruo.

He personally took off her complicated wedding dress, took her to the bathroom, and prepared a new bathrobe for her: "Take a bath, let's stay here for two days."

An Ruo was a little shy. Now that she was married, could she have sex?

But Ling Shaoqing's eyes were clear and he just sent her to the bathroom himself and closed the door for her. When she came out wearing a red bathrobe, Ling Shaoqing had obviously taken a bath in another room, and he had also changed into a suit with A matching bathrobe.

He even prepared candles and red wine on the balcony.

"Drink with me."

An Ruo nodded and walked over slowly. As soon as she sat on the low sofa, Ling Shaoqing raised his hand to hold her calf.

His eyes wandered over the scars on her legs.

Because I insisted on applying the special scar removal cream, the scar is much better than before, at least it doesn't look so scary anymore.

But Anruo still feels inferior because of this scar.