CHAPTER 1321: CHAPTER 265: JIANG ZHIYUAN’S PROPOSAL (PART 5)

An Nan’s heart felt like it was exploding, her heart couldn’t take it.

"Why are you dressed like this? It’s so hot today!"

An Nan asked him, stepping forward to loosen his tie and unbutton three buttons on his shirt collar.

Jiang Zhiyuan blankly watched the series of actions that seemed like something a wife would do for her husband, gradually losing the tension he had felt moments before. She cared so much for him, how could she not agree? She must be longing to marry him soon too.

"Nannan!"

Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly grabbed her hand, calling her softly.

An Nan looked up at the man slightly taller than her: "Hmm?"

Jiang Zhiyuan didn’t rush to speak, but turned his head to the side, where Qiao Yi promptly handed him a large bouquet of roses that had been sitting on the table.

Jiang Zhiyuan took the roses and slowly knelt down on one knee.

An Nan’s heart beat even faster, pounding, and she started to feel a bit at a loss.

At that moment, everyone was actually suppressing some impulsive feeling.

"Nannan, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Ever since the second time I met you, I’ve had the feeling of wanting to be with you forever. Afterwards, I couldn’t control my heart. I fell in love with you, deeply and profoundly in love with you. Nannan, we’ve been together for so long. Would you give me a chance to be by your side in a more intimate role? Would you marry me?"

Jiang Zhiyuan pulled out a new and very exquisite black velvet box from his jacket pocket, where the engagement ring he had agonized over for several days sat.

An Nan held her breath; in that moment, something seemed stuck in her throat, preventing her from speaking.

At that moment, everyone sitting on the sofa unconsciously held their breath. Whether a cold-blooded CEO who had long been in the business world, a prosecutor known for being impartial, or always pursuing simplicity like fellow student Zhao, or those three women whose emotional lives weren’t rich but whose inner feelings were deep and rich.

Jiang Zhiyuan’s eyes were full of anticipation. For a minute, he wasn’t that nervous, but faced with An Nan’s silence, he suddenly grew tense again.

"An Nan, say yes to him!"

Helian Hao felt he was going to suffocate. He hadn’t felt this difficult even with Jing Feng, so he reminded An Nan before he really could no longer breathe.

"Exactly! Say yes to him!"

Xiaomei couldn’t help but speak up, feeling like those two had already forgotten time, especially An Nan.

It had been over a minute, but An Nan still didn’t speak until she heard everyone’s urge. She then forced a smile; she loved the man in front of her, but did they really need to rush into marriage?

"He’s anguished over tonight for a while now; if you love him, say yes to him."

Even Jing Feng couldn’t help but speak up for Jiang Zhiyuan.

Kneeling on the ground, Jiang Zhiyuan was about to cry, seeing that An Nan didn’t seem inclined to agree.

The room suddenly fell silent again, only Jiang Zhiyuan’s gentle voice could be heard: "It’s okay, if you really don’t want to."

"Aren’t we fine as we are?"

An Nan asked him softly, her understanding gaze never avoiding the man proposing to her.

"It’s not bad!"

Jiang Zhiyuan let out an awkward laugh. Only she knew how difficult it was to utter those three words.

In fact, at that moment, Jiang Zhiyuan’s heart felt terribly troubled.

"Can I at least keep the ring?"

Looking at the disappointment in his eyes, she felt a pang in her heart, asking him quietly.

Qin Mu and others couldn’t help but stand up, finding it hard to sit still as this couple was too frustrating.

Jiang Zhiyuan didn’t understand, but when she took the roses, he looked at her empty hand.

Her hand was a bit plump, but very soft and comfortable to touch. He had secretly measured her ring size while she was sleeping, eagerly awaiting this day, but...

He hadn’t expected her to truly not agree, even with his closest friends and family present. She could refuse, and in that manner.

"I haven’t thought through marriage yet, but if you’re sure it’s me for this life, you can put the ring on my finger. If you’re afraid I’ll hold you back too long, I’m okay with it too."

An Nan remained rational; facing love and marriage, she had always had her own ideas.

She wanted to continue their relationship, but if he felt at a certain age he had to find a woman to marry, she hoped she wouldn’t delay him, as she loved him dearly and painstakingly wanted him to love her more.

The little things between them over the years, the times they silently calculated against each other, especially her, scheming against Jiang Zhiyuan unknowingly many times. She had even secretly plotted with Qin Mu to make Jiang Zhiyuan believe she didn’t love him, making him work hard to pursue her.

In that moment, An Nan was actually not afraid of losing, but her rationality overcame her emotions.

"I’m very sure!"

Jiang Zhiyuan felt an instant of utter humility, a feeling he had never experienced before.

But he opened the box, took out the diamond ring inside, and slowly put it on An Nan’s finger.

Jiang Zhiyuan looked up at her; he didn’t know if doing this was right, but he instinctively did what she said.

Not knowing why, An Nan, always so strong, found herself unable to hold back some tears.

She was indeed afraid he would hesitantly put the ring on her finger.

Mu Yichen and the others standing nearby could only sigh in helplessness, feeling sorry for their brother.

In love, who among them hadn’t felt humble? Fearful of the girl being taken away, fearful the girl wouldn’t know how deeply he loved her, fearful the girl wouldn’t cherish such good men.

In this world, there are thousands of types of relationships, and the one between An Nan and Jiang Zhiyuan is just one of them.

"Aren’t you getting up?"

An Nan asked him quietly.

Jiang Zhiyuan couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile: "My legs are numb!"

Hearing this, An Nan smiled, bending down with the flowers to hold his arm, helping him stand up.

No one stepped forward to assist them, as if even without agreeing to marriage, as if even without a wedding in the future, they would support each other and continue together.

At that moment, Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly didn’t feel as aggrieved and couldn’t help but look affectionately at the woman supporting him.

An Nan had considered outright rejection earlier but couldn’t deny Jiang Zhiyuan’s deeply affectionate gaze, couldn’t cruelly refuse the man she loved directly.

She thought they would definitely marry someday, but at a time she felt was most suitable, not rushed because of age.

"Oh dear! Are these still needed?"

Zhao Huai and Xiaomei pulled out several flower tubes from behind, intended to be used for celebrating the engagement.

An Nan turned her head to glance, smiling as she said: "Forget it, it would be a lot of trouble for the service staff to clean up, and I’ve already felt your blessings."

"But my hand is so thick, how did you buy such a fitting ring?"

"An Nan, we unanimously believe the most important thing right now isn’t how Zhiyuan bought such a fitting ring, but whether you should first give him a passionate kiss?"