Rong Yan was indifferent, "Either is fine, you make the decision."
She didn’t take the incident to heart.
Ever since she broke ties with Rong Qiao, that person ceased to exist in her world.
Qin Ye thought for a moment, "Then let’s have Western food for lunch, and for dinner, when we get home, we’ll have Chinese food."
He quickly added, "I’ll cook."
His cooking skills had become quite impressive.
After all, to capture his wife’s heart through her stomach... how could he not learn properly?
Of course, he had to thank his slight natural talent in cooking for that.
Rong Yan listened to his plans and naturally had no objections.
She nodded, "Okay."
"I know of a Western restaurant that’s quite good, not too far from here, we can head there now."
Rong Yan nodded, "Okay!"
The two took the elevator downstairs...
****
After Song Rui and Rong Qiao left, they didn’t see Rong Yan and her company again.
Song Rui thought it over, he hadn’t bought the ring yet—and there was a shop not far away—so he asked Rong Qiao, "Are you feeling better? Shall we go over there to buy matching rings?"
Rong Qiao wasn’t in a good mood at that moment, but considering they had come out, it would not do to return without buying the ring.
So, she softly agreed, "Okay!"
The two walked to the jewelry store, not finding any ring as stunning as before.
Rong Qiao casually picked one, "Just this one!"
"Sure!" Song Rui paid, and then they quickly left.
Once they got into the car, Song Rui glanced at Rong Qiao’s face again, noticing it was still a bit pale.


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