Looking at Song Wanqing's eyes, filled with expectation and deep affection, Wen Shimo found himself unable to utter a word of refusal.
Besides, he had already promised her that once her legs fully recovered, he would marry her.
"Alright!" Wen Shimo's voice was as gentle as water.
"Then I'll have my mom pick a date tomorrow, and hopefully, we can have the wedding before the end of the year, okay?" Song Wanqing asked excitedly.
"Alright!"
"The noodles are getting cold, you eat first!"
Just thinking that she would soon become Mrs. Wen, Song Wanqing couldn't express how happy she was inside.
It was a month and a half until the New Year.
Getting married before the New Year meant that in just over a month, he would be welcoming Song Wanqing as his bride.
Thinking of this, Wen Shimo felt the noodles in front of him, which already didn't suit his palate, become even more like chewing wax.
But he still forced himself to finish a bowl.
Because they were made by Wanqing herself.