Pampered By All In Different Planes

He held Su Zhiruan in his arms, but his mind had long since wandered off.

"I'm going to keep this child," Su Zhiruan noticed what he was thinking, as she caressed her still-flat belly. Seeing Wen Qingyu lower his gaze, she smiled gently and said, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself. I'm healthy, no need to worry."

"Ruanruan," Wen Qingyu released the embrace and stood up. Then he used a key to open a cabinet and took out a safe, from which he fetched a small box.

Afterwards, he solemnly walked up to Su Zhiruan with the small box in hand.

Su Zhiruan looked up at him, seeing his serious expression, she also wanted to stand, but Wen Qingyu gently pressed her back down into the chair.

"I regret it, I should have proposed to you earlier."

Wen Qingyu knelt on one knee, opened the small box in his hand, revealing a ring inside.

"I missed so many chances, many times I wanted to gather the courage to propose, but in the end, I was scared of getting rejected, so I kept this ring here. Sometimes I would open it to look at it, hoping it would soon meet its owner. I thought, if I could be stronger, more impressive, have enough ability to make you remember that you have my support, then I would propose to you openly. But now, I realize I was wrong."

Wen Qingyu felt immense regret in his heart.

Everyone was unaware, including Su Zhiruan, that he felt very inferior.

Although many had told him he was a famous star and the eldest young master of the Wen Family, with grandparents sent by the state, and his family status and appearance were outstanding, only Wen Qingyu knew—he idolized the moon.

The moon cast its light on him, moving his heart, and then he looked up, accepting the moonlight's shine, but he never dared to reach out and touch the moon that was so bright and high above.

She was excellent, smart, and her abilities and means were impressive. She quickly won over most people's support.

Wen Qingyu could not fail to notice the adoration these young talents had for her.

He was jealous, each time he saw her laughing and talking to other young men, his heart filled with endless envy.

Su Zhiruan had many people around her; she could change her options at any time and many were waiting for her favor. Without doing anything, a mere gesture would have admirers flocking to be by her side.

But Wen Qingyu was different. From the first moment he saw her after his memory loss, his eyes, his heart, could no longer hold anyone else.

She could easily discard him for someone else, laughing and chatting merrily with others.

But if she abandoned him, then Wen Qingyu believed he would definitely be devastated to the point of death.

Whenever he saw her talking to other men, jealousy would drive him mad. He couldn't help thinking that if one day he were truly abandoned, seeing her holding hands with another man, laughing and talking while walking down the street.

Then, he thought he would truly break down, truly go insane. This was not a joke.

He had dreamed of proposing many times and had dreamt of marrying Su Zhiruan, but upon waking to discover it was all a dream, he would reveal endless disappointment. If only it was real.

But he was scared. If his proposal was rejected, then they might end up in an awkward situation, a rift in their relationship, and eventually he would be abandoned. Thus, Wen Qingyu didn't dare to gamble. He delayed like a procrastinator, day after day, tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that.

But now, he knew he couldn't go on like this. Even if he might be rejected, he would continue to love her without looking back.

He held the ring box, devoutly and earnestly saying,

"Ruanruan, I seek your forgiveness. I often imagined what scene I would set up for the day I proposed, and then would invite you, but I didn't expect to still be too late," Wen Qingyu said with a bitter smile, his words resolute, "But just now, I thought if I missed this chance, then I would definitely regret not doing what I wanted to do today."

"I want to spend the coming years together with you, whether in good times or bad, in wealth or in poverty, in sickness or in health, always together, until death do us part."