Chapter 58: Do You Like Me?

The two exchanged a glance and burst into laughter together.

Kersen watched Meng Yier, her laughter bright and carefree, and for a moment he was lost in thought. His deep eyes grew dim, lips pressed tightly, gaze fixed on her every move. A subtle tremor stirred in his heart, a warm current flooding through his veins. This feeling was so familiar—every expression, every smile tugged at his heart.

“Meng, you are truly beautiful…” Kersen’s gaze tightened as he watched her radiant smile, slowly drawing closer to her.

Seeing his handsome face approaching, Meng Yier’s eyes grew dark and intense, her smile stiffened, and her heart began to pound wildly.

“Meng, do you like me?” His deep voice sounded beside her just as the distance between them closed to mere inches.

What?

Was she hallucinating?

Meng Yier’s body trembled slightly, lifting her head in surprise to meet his burning gaze. She couldn’t believe what she’d heard, but when she caught the sincerity in his eyes, she was stunned.

She hadn’t misheard.

But how should she respond?

“I…”

Why would he ask this?

She had admired him for years—his talent, his character, his composure. All reasons for her admiration. She liked him, but was that affection born from admiration, or was it the feeling between a man and a woman?

Meng Yier pondered, her temples throbbing.

Kersen’s intense gaze never left her. Meng Yier’s eyes flickered, she lowered her gaze, stammering, “Mr. Kersen, I… I admire you, respect your talents, but…”

“Will you marry me?” A gentle, seductive voice interrupted.

Meng Yier suddenly looked up, incredulous at the man before her.

“…”

Kersen paused, hesitated, then spoke, “I’m sorry, Meng. I must have startled you. I know it’s sudden—we’ve only known each other for a few days. But from the moment I first saw you, I knew you were different from other women. Even though we don’t know each other well and there’s no deep affection between us yet, I do have feelings for you. I believe you feel something different for me, too. When it comes to relationships, I’m not the type to drag things out. Spending ages courting before marriage isn’t for me. I need marriage. After we wed, we can take our time to get to know each other, to grow our feelings. I’ll treat you well, believe me.”

Meng Yier watched Kersen’s expression shift from confusion to shock, then to bewilderment.

A proposal?

They’d only known each other a few days.

Only met twice.

If Kersen were any other man, Meng Yier would have thought he’d been kicked in the head by a donkey, or that his mind had gone astray, or perhaps he was an escapee from a mental institution.

But he wasn’t.

He was Kersen—the refined, wise Kersen, the genius director. If he hadn’t thought it through, how could he make such an outrageous move?

Meng Yier looked up at the man before her, unintentionally falling into the depths of his bright, sapphire eyes.

She knew he was waiting for her answer.

Was she willing to marry him?

It was a monumental question.

Her temples throbbed fiercely. After a moment’s hesitation, she said, “But… what if we find out after marrying that we aren’t right for each other?”

“There will be no such thing. I won’t allow it. Even if it happens, I would never force you to change. I’ll change for you, until we fit each other perfectly.”

Meng Yier was taken aback, blinking softly as she saw the sincerity and passion in his eyes. She paused, then spoke gently again,

“What if, after trying, we still can’t build a deep affection?”

The man smiled, “No matter what your feelings are for me now, I will make you fall in love with me, and I will love you deeply—make you the happiest woman in the world.”

Meng Yier was astonished yet again. She never imagined that such a gentle, refined man—a true gentleman—would utter such bold, wild, and forceful words.

She stood up, turning her back to him. “But I don’t know… I never thought I’d marry so soon, especially to a man I’ve only met twice. I… it’s all too sudden…”

“I know it’s hard for you to accept right away. I’ll give you time. Take your time to consider—I’ll wait for your answer.”