Lu Qingqing bent down, her face against his, and finally relented, "Alright, but only if you heal properly. Otherwise, if the doctor won't discharge you, how can we go to the town hall or the government office to apply for a marriage license?"
She had agreed, and Fu Yisheng could hardly believe it.
"You... Qingqing, you agreed? My ears aren't deceiving me, right?"
With a smile brimming in her eyes, Lu Qingqing softly said, "Yes, I agreed. Your ears are fine, no hallucinations. We'll register for marriage first and have the wedding ceremony at home later."
Fu Yisheng felt as if he'd been struck by a pie filled with gold, his heart blossoming with joy. He almost jumped out of bed to dance in sheer delight, "I'm so happy, Qingqing, really! Hand me my phone quickly. I'll call to make an appointment first and then have Anthony bring over the jewelry that's been engraved with our wedding date. We also need to buy a wedding dress and then notify the family..."
