Amidst the cries and curses of his mother and the comforting voice of his father, Qin Qingnan stood silently in the yard for a moment, then resolutely got into the car and left.
He walked away with unusual determination.
Though he felt sorrow, a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He no longer faced a dilemma; now he could unabashedly choose the love he desired.
He was almost thirty, he wanted to get married, wanted a child, wanted a family.
The first thing he did after leaving the Qin Family was to call Lin Ziran.
This night was destined to be a sleepless one.
Lin Ziran had dinner but hadn't slept; she knew that tonight Qin Qingnan was negotiating with his parents, and she waited for the result.
Because of the uncertainty, she felt extremely nervous, locking herself in her room, sitting quietly on the bed, hugging her knees in a daze.
