Chapter 491: If Heaven Gives Me Another Chance

Han Chunming said, raising his hand to point at the two small bowls in the box, one bowl decorated with orchids, the other with red plum blossoms, his eyes full of expectation as he asked:

Pick one of these two.

Su Meng's gaze swept over the two bowls, finally settling on the one decorated with orchids; her fingertip lightly touched the petal pattern, her tone firm.

Let the tea fragrance waft.

Han Chunming raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with teasing.

No regrets?

Su Meng lifted her head and smiled, bright light flashing in her eyes, her tone resolute.

Absolutely no regrets!

"All right!" Han Chunming laughed heartily, carefully closed the box, stood up and put it away properly in the cabinet, turned and brought over two glasses of already-poured red wine from the table, handing one to Su Meng, his eyes full of gratitude, "Come, I'll toast you on behalf of my father, Su Meng, thank you."

Su Meng took the glass, her fingertip lightly touching his, a clear clink echoing in the warm room,

She smiled and clinked glasses with Han Chunming; the wine was rich on the palate with a hint of fruit aroma, she took half a sip, lifted her eyes to look at Han Chunming, a hint of curiosity in her gaze as she asked:

You said there were two wishes, didn't you? There's still one left—don't tell me it's some grand plan to open a few more branches.

Han Chunming looked at her smiling face, the mirth in his eyes gradually settling, softened with a few degrees of earnest tenderness, the corners of his mouth holding a smile, his tone hinting at mystery.

Our affair.

Upon hearing this, Su Meng's cheeks flushed slightly, the smile in her eyes deepening with a touch of shyness and anticipation, she deliberately teased him:

Yo, this matter finally made it onto the agenda? I thought you'd drag it out until your hair turned white.

Han Chunming puffed out his chest, his tone resolute:

It absolutely must be done! I can't keep you waiting any longer.

He turned and walked to the side of the dining table, picking up the bunch of white roses just bought at the center, the petals still glistening with crystal droplets, lovely and tempting.

Holding the bouquet, he stepped slowly toward Su Meng, his pace deliberate, as if brewing some important thought.

He slightly bent one knee, extending the flowers before Su Meng, his eyes full of an earnestness never seen before, his voice low and gentle.

There once was a sincere relationship laid before my eyes.

Pausing there, a flicker of regret and relief crossed his eyes, his tone tinged with self-mockery.

Back then, I was young and clueless, always thinking there was plenty of time, that I could mess around, not caring at all, leaving you on the side, letting you suffer quite a bit of injustice.

Su Meng listened to his words, her dainty brows slightly furrowed, yet the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile; she lightly punched him, chiding:

What nonsense, you talk like you're in a movie.

Han Chunming didn't laugh; he slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes sweeping past Su Meng's head to the chandelier on the ceiling, the light casting specks of starlight in his eyes, as if recalling or making a wish, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

If heaven were to give me another chance, I would say three words to this girl......

Saying this, he suddenly lowered his head, his eyes locking firmly onto Su Meng's, that gaze brimming with deep affection and resolve, as if years of pent-up emotion had finally found an outlet, he spoke each word clearly and solemnly:

I love you!

Su Meng looked at his earnest expression, hearing that confession buried for years, she could no longer hold back and burst out laughing with a "pfft," tears quietly welling at the corners of her eyes; she reached out and took the bouquet of white roses, a faint floral scent curling around her nose, her smile sweet enough to overflow, her eyes brimming with unfading tenderness.