Ji Niandong felt her forehead sweating from the pain, struggling to stand up; after several attempts, she eventually sat back down.
"Beg me now, I can immediately have the hospital transfer your father to a VIP room! However..." The man paused momentarily, "This is the last chance I'll give you. If you remain ungrateful, my patience might just..."
Before he could finish, the small woman's hand gently tugged at his pant leg. With her head bowed and her face toward the floor, Lu Beichen could only see the back of her head. A voice, as faint as a whisper, reached him: "I agree!"
"What?" Lu Beichen raised his eyebrows, deliberately asking.
Ji Niandong lifted her head, her face silent but expression extremely firm, as if she had made a significant decision: "I agree to marry you!"
