Qin Long tried to explain but was bluntly cut off by Tang Xuewu.
"Qin Long, listen to me," she said. "On the day of the fiftieth-anniversary celebration, I won't accept any gifts from Wang Ming. You don't need to compete with him for the Sky Garden, either. That day is actually the anniversary of when you came to the Tang family, and also when we first met. I want to take you to North Asia Bay for a visit."
As Tang Xuewu spoke, she massaged Qin Long's right leg. She planned to whisk him away on the day of the celebration to temporarily avoid the Tang family's banquet.
"I really did want to propose to you!" Qin Long sighed helplessly, his expression dejected.
"Ah Long…" Tang Xuewu bit her lip in frustration, her back turned to him.
After a moment of thought, she turned back around. "Ah Long, I want a romantic proposal, too," she said softly. "It's every girl's dream… to hold hands with the one you love at a banquet filled with roses…"
