She asked him to get out of the way, but he said he wouldn't.
Fu Xiyao's beautiful little face was flushed red from embarrassment and anger. Now that he was blocking in front of her, his silhouette was covered by a layer of silhouette. His clean and masculine scent faintly lingered in her nose.
"Ling Li Mu, what do you mean?"
Ling Li Mu was very tall, and there was a height difference between them. Now they were very close. He looked down at her, "Which one do you want to know? To stand in your way, or … to marry you?"
"…"
The last three words "marry you" were uttered by him in this way. Fu Xiyao's eyes were shining, "Ling Lemu, you live a good life. Now you have everything you want in the business world. Why do you want to be the prince of a different family? You are involved in the whirlpool of power struggle. How can you get out in one piece in the future?"
Power struggle was a road paved with thorns and blood. As the eldest daughter of Castle Guding, she had to sacrifice her life freedom to protect the painstaking efforts of several generations.
Now Ling Li Mu was involved in this whirlpool, and he was in danger.
Ling Li Mu curved his thin lips gently, "I need an identity that can match you. Otherwise, how can I let you marry me?"
"Fifteen years ago, I said I wanted to take you away, but you didn't want to. Fifteen years later, I can come back and overcome all difficulties for you."
Fu Xiyao's white eyes suddenly turned red. In the past fifteen years, this handsome boy who was born in a poor family had been climbing up the social ladder for her.
He was so powerful that he could overcome all difficulties for her.
Fu Xiyao's heart became soft and tender, and even her long and slender eyelashes were stained with a bit of crystal mist. "Ling Li Mu, you know … I … I can't get pregnant. Even if I marry you, so what? The story of Prince Li begging to marry Princess Xiyao will be spread in countless erotic versions. Except for these rumors, I can't give you children. I'm sorry, I can't give you anything."
Neither of them was young. He was a middle-aged man at the age of 40, and she remarried at the age of 33. Such a story would be spread for a long time.
Besides, she couldn't get pregnant.
For a man, this was a huge matter that would end his family line. Not many men would agree to it.
"Ling Limu, I won't marry you. You will find a better girl than me one day. I'm leaving." Fu Xiyao left.
But a large hand reached over and grasped her slender wrist. She could hear his deep, laughing voice in her ear. "Whether we can have children or not is something we can consider later. The prerequisite is that … you're willing to give me a chance to have children with you."
What?
Fu Xiyao's mind went blank and she turned to look at him.
Ling Li Mu's deep eyes were full of tenderness, which was the most intense joy and love of a man for a woman. Seeing that she didn't understand, he whispered with a smile, "It doesn't matter if you can't have a baby, but we can still work hard to have a baby."
"…"
Fu Xiyao's beautiful little face burned with a "teng" sound, tender and alluring. He … what was he thinking about?
Now his big hand was still clasped on the delicate skin of her wrist. The man's palm was covered with calluses, and it felt slightly frosted. Fu Xiyao twisted her wrist and said, "Let me go first."
"Will you marry me or not?"
"If I don't marry you, are you going to support Earl Roy, or are you going to marry Earl Roy's daughter, Luo Li?"
Fu Xiyao stared at him with a pair of watery eyes. Everyone knew that he took advantage of her perilous situation and added insult to injury.
Ling Li Mu smiled and said, "If you don't marry me, what else can I do? I will help you and wait for you. No one can stop me from treating you well. In the next fifteen years, I will waste my life for you."
Fu Xiyao's heart suddenly thumped wildly. She didn't expect that he would say that.
Whether Ling Li Mu was young and handsome, or Ling Li Mu was now a financial tycoon, he was not good at saying sweet words.
Now he lowered his handsome face and stared deeply at her beautiful little face. His tone was gentle and soft.
Fu Xiyao's heart seemed to be thrown into a stone, and then there were circles of ripples. "Ling Li Mu, you …"
She wanted to ask why he was so nice to her.
She also wanted to ask why he … liked her so much.
Ling Li Mu let go of her slender wrist, then raised his big hand and slowly approached her cheek.
His life's wealth, power, status and fame had all been in his pocket. He was a man, but she was a crescent moon in his heart forever.
It was his dream.
Fu Xiyao looked at his big hand that was approaching slowly. Fifteen years ago, he also reached out his hand like this and wanted to touch her little face.
But at that time, she turned her face away and refused.
Fifteen years passed by like an arrow. They seemed to be standing at the original point, and he reached out to her again …
Ling Li Mu's big hand approached her little by little and was about to touch her face.
At this time, she heard Madam Yun's voice, "Xiyao."
Ling Li Mu's big hand stopped in the air. Fu Xiyao glanced at him and then turned sideways.
Madam Yun and Princess Luo Ling came.
"Xiyao, come here." Madam Yun said.
Fu Xiyao walked forward.
Madam Yun looked at Fu Xiyao's small face, her delicate skin was stained with a touch of pink, like a blooming rose, Madam Yun pursed her lips, "Xiyao, now the decision is in your hands, Prince Li's proposal, will you marry or not?"
Princess Luo Ling was jealous. When she just came, she saw Ling Li Mu and Fu Xiyao standing in the corridor. The bright yellow light plated down. Ling Li Mu touched Fu Xiyao's face.
To marry or not to marry …
Fu Xiyao raised her eyes and looked at Ling Li Mu in front of her with her beautiful eyes.
Ling Li Mu also looked at her.
They looked at each other. Fu Xiyao lowered her long eyelashes and curled her little hands. She nodded, "Yes, I will."
…
The news of Ling Li Mu and Fu Xiyao's wedding exploded in an instant. Fu Xiyao also became the first princess to remarry.
The wedding day was set in the middle of the month.
Ling Li Mu sent the wedding invitation and betrothal gifts. The boxes of betrothal gifts were full of jewels and diamonds, which were dazzling.
Fu Xiyao did not go out anymore. She sat on the swing and read a book in her room. She wore a white chiffon dress and her long black hair hung loosely over her shoulders.
The maids outside were whispering.
— — Oh my God, the betrothal gifts from Prince Li are so rich. Now it is said that Prince Li married Princess Xiyao with many matchmakers. Princess Xiyao got married in a grand way.
— — Prince Li spoiled Princess Xiyao before the wedding. How sweet it will be after the wedding.
Fu Xiyao covered her little face with the book in her hand, only showing a pair of beautiful eyes. Now her beautiful black and white pupils were full of water and colorful.
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