Get on her ship - Chapter 90 What to do, I want it.

"I didn't intend to propose."
"Pshaw, you're kidding me."
She chuckled unconsciously, but Wan Zi's expression slowly tightened.
Her gaze swept over Liang Jingming's clean features like a ray, her tone feigning ease, as she waited for his slip-up.
"Stop pretending, it won't be fun if you keep pretending."
However, the more she teased him, the more serious he became.
"I wasn't pretending, I really didn't propose."
"Please, that's enough, I saw it all!"
After a moment's hesitation, Wan Zi still didn't believe it.
Like a seasoned litigator, she employed strategy, unleashing her final trump card: "I saw the ring!"
"Yes, you heard me right."
His silence only strengthened her resolve.
With a flourish, he tossed his long hair aside, raised an eyebrow, and said loudly, "You think you can fool me with your little tricks? The blue box, right? The Chaumet, right?"
"Not bad, Liang Jingming. You've got a good eye this time."
"...You mean this?"
He pursed his lips, bent down, and the man, whose identity had been exposed, laughed, pulling something directly from his suitcase.
"You can open it and take a look."
"That's right, just take it out directly—"
Hold.
She glanced at the night-sky blue hue in his palm, and Wan Zi fell silent for a second, as if shot. Chaumet jewelry boxes are never this dark, unless it's a counterfeit.
But the moment she pried open the lid, she wished she had actually received a fake.
The two smooth, circular rings, one large and one small, are exactly the same size and have the same white-gold hue. Each ring is set with a dazzling gemstone in the center, shining brightly just as expected.
But the brilliance was so stunning and eye-catching that it was clearly more dazzling than diamonds and much cheaper than zircon.
Moreover, it was set on a pair of cufflinks.
“This was given to me by my brother before he left, so I could wear it with a suit.”
Even with his calm and composed speech, Liang Jingming couldn't hide the amusement in his eyes. But when he saw her petrified face, a smile finally spread across his face.
"How could you mistake it for a ring?"
Did you think I was going to propose?
"..."
Embarrassing.
That's so embarrassing.
But I've already lost all face, so why do I still feel hot?
Stiffly gripping the corner of the table, Wan Zi almost dug a hole in the marble.
Seemingly caught in a violent storm, she felt as if her soul had been swept away; her words broke and drifted between her teeth, and she was barely holding on by instinct.
"Are you... are you sick in the head?... Are you having an affair with your brother?"
"What are you doing... Why are you looking at the cufflinks he gave you for no reason? And for so long?"
"I’m waiting for you--"
Recalling something, Liang Jingming narrowed his eyes slightly: "You were peeking at me when you went to the toilet?"
"...Who do you think you are?!"
She paused for only a moment, but was struck by immense embarrassment.
"I was spying on you?" A wave of shame washed over her, reaching her neck and rendering her immobile. All that remained was a mechanical, defiant retort, "Am I crazy? Why would I be looking at you? Don't I find that disgusting?"
To his surprise, he laughed even harder: "You're in the bathroom, why would you want a good appetite..."
Wan Zi: "..."
"Liang Jingming, laugh again! Laugh again!"
She had never wanted to die so much in her life, nor had she ever seen him so utterly dejected. She was so angry and embarrassed that she felt dizzy, and her hand pointing at him was even trembling slightly.
"If you laugh again, I'm breaking up with you!"
"I'm not laughing anymore, I'm not laughing anymore..."
The intimidation worked immediately; he pursed his lips and tightened his expression.
But when he looked up and met her gaze, he instantly broke down with a "poof"—
"sorry……"
You fucking bastard!
Completely enraged, Wan Zi clenched her thin, small fists and, as if loosening the tissue of a steak, began to beat him mercilessly on the upper body: "Are you asking for death! Keep laughing!"
"No, no..."
Liang Jingming muttered to himself, but his laughter was so loud it shook his chest. Her blows were as light as a tickle, but he played along, feigning pain and leaning back in his chair, pulling her into his arms—
"You're so cute."
"..."
The man's soft sigh, like a bundle of warm steam, enveloped my face, making it feel hot and tingling.
The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she felt, but the more she hit him, the more her hands ached. When he spoke, her strength also dissipated, so she simply buried her face in his shoulder and neck like a little ostrich.
He never proposed; she was just overthinking it.
She pouted and spoke softly.
"This is how I'll live my life. I'll never see anyone again."
"No, lift your head up."
With a hint of pleasure in his voice, Liang Jingming rubbed her head.
But Wan Zi didn't; she happened to be lying on his collar.
My nose touched his collarbone, and I breathed into that small patch of delicate skin, the scent of hormones subtle yet abundant.
Her lips just touched his sweater, and she licked and kissed it intentionally or unintentionally, as if in dependence. The clean cashmere did not tolerate any stains, and she could only wet it with her saliva for a moment.
Even with her eyes open, they were completely obscured by his shoulder, yet for the first time she felt that darkness could be a warm color.
"Good boy, lift your head."
She heard him whisper, as if he were a pet cuddling with her.
"Look up, and I'll give you a little gift."
Before he finished speaking, his gaze shifted upwards.
Like ripples spreading across water, she caught the object in his hand.
Adorned with a band of vintage dark gold lace, it's a beveled jewelry box. Unlike the previous night sky blue, it's a slightly elegant dark red—
Authentic Cartier style.
“I overheard you chatting with your brother last time and thought you liked this brand…”
With a hint of nervous tension, Liang Jingming slowly said, "I didn't know you liked Chaumet the most. Maybe next time..."
“No, you’re right.” Wan Zi stroked the box. “I’m so-so about Chaumet, but I love Cartier the most.”
Her mind raced, and she suddenly remembered the conversation he had mentioned. It was when her younger brother was still at her house, and the three of them got together after dinner to watch a Hollywood popcorn movie, "Ocean's 8".
In the film, a beautiful actress wore a legendary necklace from Cartier's history. At the time, she was discussing with her brother, "Cartier is still the oldest and most beautiful."
She had almost forgotten it herself, but he remembered it vividly.
Unable to suppress a smile, Wan Zi watched as Liang Jingming slowly opened the box with a "click," as if a comedy were about to begin.
The pearl white lining was stretched crisply, and what caught the eye was a set of rose gold wedding rings.
It is simple yet beautiful, sweet but not cloying, with no superfluous decorations except for a small diamond on the women's ring.
The soft, shimmering light drew her gaze.
But what truly held her captive was his face, brimming with tenderness.
"Don't be nervous, it's not a marriage proposal."
"I'm going to Singapore, this is a little souvenir."
"Oh, so what exactly is this?"
Human nature is strange; after all that commotion, Wan Zi calmed down when she actually saw the ring.
To avoid being presumptuous again, she deliberately drew out the question, knowing full well the answer—
"Could it be that you're sending me two keychains?"
"...Does it really look like a keychain?"
He was clearly taken aback, and Liang Jingming lowered his eyes. But when he looked at her again, a faint smile appeared on his face.
He asked each word slowly and deliberately, with effort and concentration.
"Is it because... the drill bit is too small?"
Wan Zi was stunned.
All my petty thoughts vanished suddenly, as if my heart and soul had been emptied out in an instant.
I suddenly felt uncomfortable, and almost felt a lump in my throat.
The wedding rings in front of her were simple in appearance, and anyone could tell at a glance that they were basic styles. Moreover, someone with a discerning eye like her could immediately recognize that they were from the Cartier 1895 series.
She simply couldn't believe her own keen perception; her immediate reaction was to think of the price—
This color and style, it's under 20,000 Hong Kong dollars.
But if it's from him, none of that matters.
She simply couldn't accept that he asked her so cautiously; she also couldn't accept that he had been frustrated in his efforts to win her over.
"No, no, I was just kidding."
She quickly reached out to him, indicating that she wanted him to help her put on the ring.
He deliberately turned his palm upwards, obscuring the original decoration on his index finger—a dazzling, semi-circular band. It was also Cartier, but its 18 densely set round diamonds were all more dazzling than the one he had bought.
She didn't want him to feel ashamed anymore.
"Alright then."
However, after taking off the ring, Liang Jingming simply placed it in her palm.
He then pulled a dark red jewelry box from his pocket, and as if by magic, quickly produced a plain chain, placed it next to the ring, and said to her—
"If you don't want to wear the ring directly, you can thread it into a necklace as a pendant. This necklace is also rose gold, and the length is adjustable; you can wear it as a choker or a sweater chain..."
She stared at him as he looked down at her palm, at his expression as he deliberately avoided her gaze.
Gradually, Wan Zi could no longer hear what he was saying, even though his words suddenly flowed as fluently as a salesperson.
She could assure him a thousand times that he had never been interested in fashion, and that these things were probably taught to him by the Cartier sales staff, and he was just learning them on the spot.
In other words, he had a plan when he walked into the store—
What if she doesn't want to wear the ring directly?
Why did you buy so many necklaces?
After waiting for Liang Jingming to finish speaking, Wan Zi finally couldn't help but ask, "Why do you think I wouldn't want to wear a ring right away?"
"We're a couple, not..."
He was the one who held her on his lap, yet he was also the one who hesitated to speak.
"Wearing wedding rings is quite formal, I don't want to put pressure on you."
"So how many necklaces did you buy?"
"One."
"So that means..." Wan Zi's lips trembled as she focused on his face, "whether I wear the ring or not, you will wear it?"
With a bewildered yet obedient expression, Liang Jingming nodded.
He didn't realize anything was wrong.
"You idiot!"
I took off my index finger drill and tossed it around, not even knowing where it landed on the bed.
With trembling hands extended towards him, Wan Zi almost whispered a shout—
"Put the ring on my finger right now!"
"good."
After a moment of stunned silence, Liang Jingming broke into a bright smile.
But the more surprised he was, the more upset she became.
She loved him so much that she couldn't let go.
The night was as still as silk, slowly fading from reality. Yet, the slightest sounds in the room seemed to etch some kind of testimony.
There were no guests, no ceremony, and even the wedding march music box was long gone. Yet, for some reason, the absence of all these elements made it all the more special—
The most sacred moment.
The sparkling little diamond faced upwards, and he gently pinched it, slowly slipping it under his fingertip, finally kissing her left ring finger.
The inside of the ring rested against the fingertip, its warmth carrying the small, cursive characters on the inner ring.
jo leung.
Meanwhile, her Donna Wan was also soundly asleep on the inner ring of the men's ring, slowly being pushed to his ring finger, landing in the most suitable position.
Connected by blood, reaching straight to the heart.
Are you happy?
My vision blurred, and I could no longer grasp the small circle between my fingers.
If she lowered her head any further, she would be unable to hold back her tears, so she looked up and asked Liang Jingming.
Then she saw the exact same flowing glimmer in his eyes.
"happy."
Wan Zi burst into laughter, but accidentally shattered her tears.
She remembered that she and Liang Jingming officially became a couple at a hotel in Macau. It was during her happiest moment that she suddenly burst into tears.
At that moment, she felt that all the joy she would experience in the future would not surpass that day. That day was the peak, and only a fall would follow.
But now she knows that there will be better moments in life.
There definitely will be.
Why are you crying?
Wan Zi laughed again, amazed that Liang Jingming could even ask such a question. He himself forced himself to suppress it, his eyes red-rimmed.
"No reason, I'm just happy."
She shifted her position in his arms and carefully admired their rings.
The man's hands were long and slender, the woman's hands delicate, like yin and yang, a perfect match the more you looked at them, and Wan Zi couldn't help but admire them—
"You've already bought the wedding rings, why haven't you considered proposing?"
Liang Jingming was a little confused: "...Didn't you say you didn't want to get married?"
"Oh, that's different. Whether I want to get married or not is my choice; whether you propose or not is your attitude."
Having laid out the unfair terms clearly, Wan Zi deliberately put on a nonchalant expression: "Just tell me properly, why didn't you ever think of proposing?"
"..."
Quite helpless, but when he looked at her, a smile would naturally appear on his face, and Liang Jingming gradually stopped crying.
Lost in thought, his eyes darkened slightly, but he finally said, "We'll have wedding rings, but for marriage... we'll have a diamond ring."
"A decent diamond ring... is very expensive."
So that's what it is.
"Oh my, I didn't know you had such a girlish heart. To be honest, what kind of diamond ring do you want?"
Wan Zi felt as if her heart was being squeezed in someone's hand, and she quickly tried to lighten the mood with a joke. Almost fearfully, she was afraid his next words would be—
Good diamond rings are very expensive, and I... can't really afford them.
"Harry Winston? Graff? Cartier? Chaumet? Tiffany?"
She wrinkled her nose and poked it against his high, straight nose: "Princess cut? Emerald cut? Pear shape? Asymmetrical? Or—"
Instead of stopping her, Liang Jingming's smile deepened.
Then, before she could finish describing the diamond's shape, he silenced her soft, ever-opening lips with a kiss.
Like gently smelling a dozen cherry blossom buds, kissing them deeply and gently, with countless twists and turns.
She always protected his self-esteem subtly, so subtly that he had to pretend he didn't know.
For him, love is a hand that wants to touch but then pulls back.
But she would always grab his hand when he tried to pull away.
Kissing and eye contact intertwined, like drops of water converging into a river.
And then, amidst the soft panting and warmth, it climbed step by step, spreading and breaking through the defenses of reason and reality.
It's burning hot. It's so hot. I'm so thirsty.
"what to do."
She managed to separate herself from Liang Jingming's body and leaned on his shoulder, murmuring softly. Wan Zi raised her head, her lips still bearing the glistening, lustful color that he had left on them.
Like a baby animal begging for food, she looked utterly pitiful—
"I want it."

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