Duan Xingzhi's remark left the whole family stunned.
Everyone knew about his feelings. He's stayed unmarried for years, simply waiting for that person. Now he's talking about marriage—it's really unexpected.
The silent Mr. Duan suddenly spoke up, "Xingzhi, do you have someone in mind?"
Duan Xingzhi chuckled, "Not yet, but I'll find someone suitable and get married if I meet the right person."
After all these years, he should let go.
Mr. Duan nodded, saying: "That's good, that's good."
Dinner passed amidst this little distraction. Xu Anran truly overate; they made three plates of shrimp, and she ate over a whole plate herself. Not to mention the other dishes, she was so full she could barely sit.
Although the weather was warming up, it was still chilly at night. Seeing her discomfort, Duan Xingzhou wrapped her up tightly and took her for a walk.
The two didn't go anywhere special, just walked along the road outside until she felt a bit less full, then headed back.
