Chapter 212: Surprise

Ning Qing handed the list from the butler to Wen Ling, Wen Ling lowered her head to glance at it, and parted her lips.

Is this still the invitation list…?

Zhou Yinhe already knew, didn't need to look, and only said: "These are what remain after being cut and reduced; it's not easy to let go of these."

For a family like theirs, they must be thorough in everything; if they missed any, the word would get out that the Zhou family is mighty and looks down on people.

Wen Ling pressed her lips and handed the list back to the butler; she now understood why the Zhou family's reputation in Hua Guo was so good.

In this regard, the Wen family is indeed simpler; her grandfather in M Country usually doesn't bother with those so-called nobles, which leads to the Wen family, despite its high power and influence, always being called arrogant.

"A Ling, when do you want to do it?" Ning Qing asked softly.

Zhou Yinhe was about to interject, but Ning Qing frowned and scolded him to stop: "Shut up, what you say doesn't count."

"……"

Wen Ling gave him a smiling glance, and Ning Qing continued to her: "Don't mind him, he doesn't understand things; you decide when, we won't rush you."

"Auntie, just listen to him." Anyway she could do that; it's better to coax Zhou Yinhe a bit, so he won't later use this to nag her.

Zhou Yinhe raised his chin, looking at Ning Qing with some smugness; Ning Qing couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

"You say, when do you want to?"

"Of course, the sooner the better. Besides this event in Hua Guo, there's also M Country." Zhou Yinhe lowered his eyes in thought, then looked up at Ning Qing and Zhou Shuanglin and said: "Mom and Dad, Wen Lao will be returning to M Country soon."

Zhou Shuanglin set down her cup, nodded seriously and said: "Then I'll go with your mom tomorrow to visit Wen Lao, and discuss the engagement by the way."

Zhou Yinhe secretly squeezed Wen Ling's palm; when he looked into her eyes, they were full of sparkle.

Wen Ling curved her lips into a smile; seeing him so happy, a rare childishness, she couldn't help but be swayed by his mood, she returned his grip and squeezed his hand as well.

After eating and playing for a long while, Zhou Yinhe found an excuse and took Wen Ling out of Feng Qi Yuan; the car passed the entrance to Chen Yue Fu without stopping.

"Where to?" Wen Ling glanced up from her phone for a moment and looked out the window.

Zhou Yinhe was quite excited: "To the scenic overlook we went to before."

"Ah?" Wen Ling recalled everything that had happened there last time, her heart trembled, she withdrew her gaze to look at her phone, suppressed her racing heartbeat, and pretended to be calm: "Why go there?"

"I won't tell you." Zhou Yinhe said cheerfully, selling a tease.

Wen Ling pursed her lips, put away her phone and leaned against the window, asking: "It's almost winter now; I remember when I came to find you, it wasn't even summer yet."

Zhou Yinhe hummed in agreement, and Wen Ling turned to him smiling: "Isn't it a bit fast? Six months, from reconciliation to engagement."

"I'm driving, don't provoke me." Zhou Yinhe gritted his teeth and glared at her.

Is it fast? He hasn't even reached the age to get a marriage license, yet he already wants to marry her; now it's just an engagement, and who knows how long he'll have to wear her down before she agrees to marriage.

Wen Ling was just teasing him; she reached out and poked his slightly puffed cheeks, then continued to look out the window.

The closer they got to the scenic overlook, the fewer people around, the scenery and air were better than in the city; Wen Ling simply rolled down the window, inhaled the cool wind blowing fresh air into the car, and softly said: "When we're old, let's build a manor in a place like this for our retirement."

Zhou Yinhe tilted his head, thought, and said: "Sure, I'll take you tomorrow; you can see if you like it, and if not, we can rebuild."

"Okay." Wen Ling smiled and nodded, then suddenly realized, frowned: "Why tomorrow? Aren't we going home this afternoon?"

"No, we'll stay there tonight."

"……" Wen Ling's cheeks flushed in an instant, she shook her head vigorously and refused: "No, I must go home tonight."

"What you say doesn't count, it's not up to you." Zhou Yinhe curled his lips, gave a mischievous smile, and gave her a meaningful up-and-down look.

That look made Wen Ling feel a strange sensation……

She gritted her teeth; if Zhou Yinhe weren't driving, she would surely have hit him.

The car was still parked in that spot; when Wen Ling got out, she realized things were now different from before, but she had no time to be curious, she turned to walk down the road toward the mountain, hadn't taken two steps before Zhou Yinhe caught up, scooped her up, and despite her struggle, carried her into the glass observatory.

Wen Ling, flushed with anger and embarrassment, shouted his name; Zhou Yinhe gave a half-hearted "mm-hmm", tightened his arms, the difference between man and woman perfectly displayed—Wen Ling could not break free no matter how she struggled.

"I'm going to get angry."

Zhou Yinhe looked at her innocently, blinked, and said: "I haven't done anything, why are you angry?"

He asked knowing the answer; Wen Ling gritted her teeth and said word by word: "If you bully me today, I will definitely get angry."

"I won't bully you." Zhou Yinhe held her and gave a little bounce; Wen Ling felt no matter how she looked at it, he surely had ill intentions.

But at this moment she had no evidence, and had no idea what Zhou Yinhe intended to do.

Entering the scenic overlook, Zhou Yinhe set Wen Ling down, and before she could react, turned and pulled the door shut, locking it directly.

The lock here is custom-made; whether inside or outside, opening the door requires a password. When they left earlier, Wen Ling remembered what the password was, she went straight to the door and tried the old password—surely it wouldn't open.

"What exactly are you trying to do?" Wen Ling pressed her lips and looked at Zhou Yinhe; he curled his lips and stepped back, sidestepping to avoid her increasingly surprised expression.

Faint specks of light gradually brightened, before them lay a pile of diamonds like a small mountain, their brilliant facets glittering under the lights, even a bit dazzling.

"You……"

Zhou Yinhe went behind her, embraced her, sighed and complained: "I went to the trouble of preparing a gift for you out of goodwill, and you're still mad at me."

Wen Ling murmured: "When did you prepare this."

"It's not really me preparing it; I'm with you every day, and whenever I think of doing something I haven't had a chance to act before you find out, so I had Jiang Jibai and others gather diamonds from all over the world; some haven't arrived yet, but I couldn't wait to show you."

He lowered his head, nibbled her ear tip, and whispered: "Sometimes I can't gauge your taste either, so I simply bought raw stones for you; you can design them however you like later."

Wen Ling licked her lips, hadn't had a chance to speak, when Zhou Yinhe continued: "Besides these, there's more; rather than putting the diamonds here where they look good and make a nice surprise, I had people hide the rest in the villa next to our home."

Between them, surprises aren't really needed to deepen feelings; having them is fine, but being direct is better.