Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss (BL) Chapter 41.2: Zhuang Qin, Will You Marry Me? (2)

To end of live broadcast, the scene cut to Yang Yue singing show’s theme song amidst a cloud of mist. It was a sweet love song, a perfect ending to the show.

As the song neared its end, the words ‘Please stayed tuned for more updates in 《The Wedding Prelude》edited version.’ flashed on the screen.

Once the camera was off them, Cen Feinuo wallowed in a moment of regret.

How could I mention something as serious as marriage so easily?

But the atmosphere was truly fitting.

In actual fact, Cen Feinuo had only intended to confirm Zhuang Qin’s boyfriend status today.

But since the words were already out of his mouth, there was no reason to seek other ways to make up for it.

In a graceful demeanour, Cen Feinuo reminded Zhuang Qin, “Zhuang Qin, I don’t go to bed at 9.30PM every day and I am not the kind of disciplined ex-army regular who assumes a vegetarian diet eight days out of ten to foster a healthy lifestyle.”

During the duration of the shoot, Cen Feinuo had gone to bed at exactly 9.30PM every night to spare Zhuang Qin of any awkwardness during bed time. Furthermore, in the later stages of the variety show filming, after his cooking skills were exposed by He Jiang, he had taken up the duty of preparing their meals, often opting for balanced and nutritious food to keep them in tip top condition during work.

But that was not Cen Feinuo in his entirety.

Zhuang Qin asked, “What time do you usually go to bed then?”

Cen Feinuo: “If there’s no work the next day, I will stay up a little later.”

Probably overwhelmed by the winning of the top prize, Zhuang Qin’s mind was even duller than Shang Jing. He whispered, “No matter what time you go to bed, it doesn’t affect my liking of you.”

This was the first time he professed his liking for Cen Feinuo since his side account got exposed. Unlike the usual liking he harbored towards him as a fan, today’s ‘like’ was different.

Cen Feinuo’s heart skipped a beat. Zhuang Qin’s straightforward and courageous confession was like a bowling ball charging at his heart, shaking his heart upon impact. He closed

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