The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Getting the Marriage Certificate in the Afternoon

’Of course I’m after you,’ Gu Jiaojiao thought.

But she didn’t say it out loud, afraid her forwardness might scare him off.

"Leng Yuan, I know I can be a bit wild, but I wouldn’t lie about this. I’m serious. Can’t you just trust me this once?" Gu Jiaojiao said with a charming coyness as she walked up, grabbed his arm, and began to sway it gently.

"Just trust me this one time, please?"

Leng Yuan lowered his gaze to Gu Jiaojiao’s fair, delicate fingers. They were clutching the coarse fabric of his sleeve, their coquettish swaying full of playful pleading. As she continued to shake his arm, any trace of his sternness simply melted away.

"You really want to marry me?"

"Of course! I did all of this for you. If you don’t take responsibility, you’ll be the most heartless scoundrel in the world." Gu Jiaojiao’s expression was grave and earnest, her eyes gazing at Leng Yuan with the utmost sincerity.

Gu Jiaojiao was beautiful, completely different from the other village girls. Her skin was smooth and fair, giving her a delicate air that made it obvious she came from a well-to-do family.

Perhaps it was because her skin was so flawless.

Leng Yuan’s gaze drifted down and happened to land on her neck. A bright red mark stood out starkly against her delicate skin.

Remembering her helpless state beneath him last night, Leng Yuan couldn’t help but swallow hard. His gaze on the pouting girl deepened.

Fortunately, his self-control was formidable. He tossed out, "I hope you don’t regret this. We’ll go get the certificate this afternoon."

With that, he turned and left.

From the look of his retreating back, he seemed a little flustered.

Gu Jiaojiao blinked. It took her a moment to realize what had happened—Leng Yuan had just accepted her proposal. A delighted smile made her beautiful, shimmering eyes curve into crescents, sparkling with joy.

She glanced at the sky, quickly washed up, then rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen.

Just as she was about to start cooking, the man stopped her.

"You go rest. I’ll cook."

Leng Yuan entered the kitchen carrying a colorful pheasant. It was clearly from the mountains, though she had no idea when he’d caught it. The bird was still struggling in his grip.

In those days, getting to eat meat even once a year was a luxury, and there were very few hunters in the village.

The man before her looked so refined, yet he was an expert hunter. Rumor had it he’d been properly trained by a martial arts master as a child and was incredibly skilled.

’Good-looking and capable—he’s a real catch in this village.’

’No wonder his standards are so high.’

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