Li Xiangyang walked up to the stove, looked her in the eye, and said earnestly, "Lin Lan, I'm serious! You can rest assured, I've never hit a woman, and I don't gamble. I'm not a womanizer, either. When I choose someone, I want to spend the rest of my life with them."
His gaze was too intense. Lin Lan couldn't meet his eyes and lowered her head. "Xiangyang, you know my situation perfectly well. I don't think we're a good match..."
"Lin Lan!" Li Xiangyang took a step forward, grabbing her shoulders and cutting her off. "You're younger than me, and you haven't been through as much. I understand what you're trying to say. You don't have to worry about my dad. I'm confident I can convince him."
"Don't worry. I want to marry a wife to give her a good life, not to let her suffer. And Little Douzi—I'll treat him as my own son and won't let anyone look down on him. Lin Lan, give us both a chance. Little Douzi is still young; he can't grow up without a father!"
