Ming Yue remained silent, simply tilting her head back to gaze at the handsome face of the unnamed male operative, her small hand gently rising to leave her warmth upon it.

After a long while, she finally murmured softly:

“Jiang Feng, we can’t grasp or control the things of the past, so let’s just stop thinking about them and keep them buried somewhere deep in our hearts forever. From now on, though, those are the days we can truly control ourselves.”

She was trying to persuade him—because of what he had said earlier.

Jiang Feng immediately understood, and a gentle spring breeze seemed to sweep through his heart, melting away the frost within and leaving behind a warm, tender feeling.

The smile on his face gradually deepened, and his hands unconsciously drew the woman in his arms even closer, his head resting against her forehead as his voice suddenly grew soft and gentle, like flowing water: “I understand. I really do. Yue’er, thank you!”

Ming Yue’s hand still rested on his face, firmly pressed against his warm, smooth skin, and she had already closed her eyes. “Actually, it should be me who says ‘thank you.’”

“Yue…”

“Let me finish,” she interrupted him. “Although my impression of you wasn’t exactly favorable back then, I still knew better than anyone that it was you who came to my aid when I was at my most difficult moment.”

“I…”

“No matter what your intentions were, those acts of help were incredibly precious to me. So…” Ming Yue took two deep breaths, “Jiang Feng, thank you! Thank you for stepping in, for being by my side, for everything you’ve done for me. I can’t promise that I’ll always treat you this way from now on, but rest assured: no matter what happens, I’ll always stand by your side. If anyone dares to hurt you, I’ll make them pay tenfold, a hundredfold; if anyone even thinks of harming you, I’ll be the first to twist their neck off!”

She spoke each word deliberately, showing absolutely no sign of holding back her sharpness or commanding presence.

Hearing this, Jiang Feng couldn’t help but feel both amused and touched.

The woman he loved truly was one of a kind!

What might sound like a simple confession of love to others could easily turn into something as delicate as a babbling brook with willows swaying in the breeze—but with her, it instantly escalates into a scene straight out of a swordfight, where one wrong move could mean snapping someone’s neck.

Quite unconventional… quite unique…

But in its own way, it’s rather nice—rather romantic, isn’t it?

Rather than shattering this rare romance and warmth, he pulled the woman in his arms even tighter, their breaths mingling as he softly echoed her bold words: “All right, my dear wife!”

“Don’t call me that yet—I’m not even married to you!” Ming Yue reminded him, though there was no hint of anger in her voice.

A smile suddenly spread wider across Jiang Feng’s lips.

He obediently replied, “Yes, my future wife!”

Ming Yue: …

Then, as if by magic, Jiang Feng somehow produced a dazzling diamond ring that nearly blinded her, and asked in a soft voice, “Well, my future wife, may I formally propose to you in a practice scenario?”

Ming Yue kept her eyes closed and hadn’t even noticed the large diamond ring in his hand yet. She frowned and grumbled, “Formally proposing in a practice scenario? What on earth does that mean?”

“It means we’ll simulate a proposal first—but it’ll be a formal one, just like those mock exams we used to take in school,” Jiang Feng explained.

Just as Ming Yue was about to pout and complain, he added, “Otherwise, if you refuse, I’ll be really upset and lose face. But with a practice proposal, it’s different: if it doesn’t work the first time, we can try again; if that fails, we can try a third time; and if that doesn’t work either, we can keep trying over and over until you finally say yes.”

Ming Yue: …

End of Chapter 202: Counterattack 129