I’ll Take On Her Surname if This Wedding Can Go Through

When He Yidu returned to his bedroom, he sat down on the bed and fell backward, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier above his head.

At No. 14 Research Center, he spent over ten hours in the lab every day, so he didn't have the time to think about Lin Shuang when things got busy. But, now that he was in a relaxed state, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

He frowned and felt quite irritated. He wondered if he was out of his mind because he actually somehow understood why Lin Shuang didn't want to get married to a man who could influence her emotions.

He exhaled and put an arm over his eyes before cursing in annoyance, "F*ck it!"

When An Rong knocked on the door and came in, she found He Yidu sitting on the carpet and leaning against the bed. There were empty metal cans strewn across the floor, and the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts. He seemed to be working on something as he had a laptop on his lap.