Lu Shao is cunning; Miss Nan has fallen for his tricks again.

Chapter 121 The Proposal is Underway

Lu Zhiyan raised an eyebrow, about to say something, when the waiter walked in carrying a tray.

He had no choice but to swallow his words.

Nan Xu was already starving, and she picked up her chopsticks and started eating as soon as the food was served.

Lu Zhiyan went out to answer a phone call midway through.

"Is everything ready?" Lu Zhiyan leaned against the wall, his thin lips slightly parted, a smile gradually spreading in his eyes.

Yue Heng's smug voice came from the other end.

"That's about it. You can rest assured about this matter. I think it's about time. Ling Shu and Zhou Zan will be here soon. How much longer do you two need?"

Lu Zhiyan raised his wrist and glanced at the clock. "About four more hours."

These four hours included the time Nanxu spent getting her hair done and changing clothes.

"It's okay, no rush. You two must make a perfect appearance at the proposal scene." Yue Heng leaned against the railing at the edge of the beach, lazily watching the people setting up the proposal scene on the beach.

"Okay." Lu Zhiyan hung up the phone after saying that.

Yue Heng leaned on the railing, watching the people busily setting up the scene on the beach, a smile playing on his lips.

I met Lu Zhiyan's parents the day before yesterday, and Nan Xu's parents yesterday. And today I'm proposing marriage.

If this continues, won't the wedding be held in just half a month?

You're in such a hurry!

When Lu Zhiyan returned, Nan Xu had already put down her chopsticks and was scrolling through Weibo on her phone.

When she saw Lu Zhiyan return, Nan Xu only glanced at him before continuing to look at her phone.

Just as Lu Zhiyan put down his chopsticks, Nan Xu put away her phone.

By the time the two came out, the setting sun was already receding into the distance, its golden rays shining on the roof tiles of distant houses, making them gleam.

It's only a 20-minute drive to the styling studio I need to go to.

As soon as Nanxu got off the car, she was surrounded by stylists and makeup artists and ushered into the store.

Lu Zhiyan waited until he parked the car before entering the styling studio.

The styling studio is decorated in a French retro style. The store is quite large, but there are very few customers.

As soon as she entered, Nan Xu was pushed into a chair. Two male stylists were doing her hair behind her, and two makeup artists were standing on either side doing her makeup.

There was another person in front of her holding a tablet to help her choose clothes.

Surrounded by a group of people, Nan Xu didn't know where to look.

The makeup artist on the left said, "Miss Nan, look upwards."

The makeup artist on the right said again, "Miss Nan, please don't move around."

The person in front of her was holding up a tablet for her to choose a dress.

Nanxu was so busy she didn't know where to look.

When Lu Zhiyan went inside, he saw Nan Xu surrounded by a group of people chattering away.

Nan Xu frowned slightly, holding the tablet, her fingertips gliding casually across the screen.

She didn't know the nature of this dinner party and was worried that the clothes she chose wouldn't match the theme.

She caught sight of Lu Zhiyan out of the corner of her eye and immediately shoved the tablet into the hands of the person holding it.

"Let him choose." Nan Xu gestured with a look and handed the tablet to Lu Zhiyan.

The person holding the tablet glanced in the direction Nan Xu was pointing and nodded.

An hour later, Nan Xu's makeup and styling were finally finished, and Lu Zhiyan sat on the sofa to the side, looking at the magazine in his hand.

Hearing the footsteps of someone getting up, Lu Zhiyan looked up, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes, his expression gentle.

His eyes were always following Nan Xu.

Looking at Lu Zhiyan's expression, Nan Xu couldn't help but purse her lips.

No prospects!
It’s not like I’ve never seen it before.

"The clothes are already in the changing room, hurry up and change, we should leave." Lu Zhiyan walked up to Nan Xu and looked down at her.

Nan Xu nodded, and the makeup artist led her to the dressing room.

Once Nan Xu's figure was out of sight, Lu Zhiyan walked to a dressing room opposite hers. Fortunately, the weather wasn't too cold today, otherwise Nan Xu would probably have caught a chill wearing that dress.

Lu Zhiyan came out before Nan Xu. He was dressed in a black motorcycle outfit and holding a helmet in one hand.

Nan Xu wore a white V-neck tulle dress with a long white tulle skirt that reached her ankles, making her legs look even whiter and straighter.

Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her light makeup made her look even more innocent and pure.

Nan Xu's eyes lit up when she saw Lu Zhiyan in his motorcycle outfit.

The black motorcycle suit fit him perfectly. Having gotten used to seeing him in a suit, it was a refreshing and eye-opening sight.

"Weren't you supposed to be attending a banquet? Why are you dressed as a motorcycle?" Nan Xu walked up to her in cream-colored high heels.

Lu Zhiyan waved the helmet in his hand. "Are you ready to embark on the future with me?"

"What?" Nan Xu thought she had misheard, and her eyes showed even more confusion.

What do we mean by "going together for the future"?
Why can't she understand?
Seeing the doubt in Nan Xu's eyes, Lu Zhiyan didn't want to tell her right now. After all, it was a proposal, and he wanted to maintain a bit of mystery.

Without saying a word, he pulled Nanxu out, where his motorcycle was already parked.

Looking at the motorcycle in front of her, Nan Xu was momentarily dazed; this motorcycle looked just like hers.

Even the stickers on the car body are in the same position and exactly the same.

Lu Zhiyan helped Nan Xu put on the white helmet, and then put it on himself.

"Driving this car? Then all my hair styling will have been for nothing? And my dress will look terrible in the wind." Nan Xu asked, looking into Lu Zhiyan's eyes.

"Let youth shine brightly once more tonight." With that, Lu Zhiyan got into the car and started the engine.

Although she didn't understand what Lu Zhiyan meant, Nan Xu obediently sat down behind him.

She held tightly to Lu Zhiyan's strong, well-defined waist.

Feeling Nanxu's hand on his waist, Lu Zhiyan smiled and raised his hand to pull down the windshield, then accelerated, leaving a trail of white exhaust fumes.

It's only 5 p.m., already rush hour, but luckily they're heading to the Bund, so there aren't many cars on the way.

As Nanxu watched the number of people on the highway dwindle, more and more questions arose in her mind.

They faced the wind, and Nanxu's skirt fluttered gently, creating ripples.

After entering the tunnel, the sound of motorcycle engines came from behind.

Nan Xu turned around in confusion and saw a familiar figure.

It was Yue Heng. Behind him sat a girl holding a large pink flag. But they were too far away to see what was written on the flag.

Once Yue Heng accelerated to full speed, he surged ahead of them almost instantly.

Nan Xu then saw clearly what was written on it.

"Nanxu, marry Lu Zhiyan."

The lettering is white on a pink background, with a large red heart added at the end.

Nan Xu was almost stunned for a moment, then a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

In the brief moment of stunned silence, several more motorcycles rushed forward, all in the same manner as before.

Even if Nan Xu were stupid, she would have already figured out what Lu Zhiyan was going to do.

After careful counting, there were ten locomotives.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the beach where Lu Zhiyan was preparing to propose.

The entire beach seemed to have been booked out; there wasn't a single person there.

When Nanxu got out of the car, she was still a little dazed; it all happened so fast.

They only officially met each other's parents yesterday, and now he's proposing today. Lu Zhiyan is really impatient.

Lu Zhiyan carefully helped Nan Xu remove her helmet. Looking at the proposal scene that Lu Zhiyan had carefully arranged, Nan Xu's eyes reddened.

Lu Zhiyan hurriedly took off his helmet and placed it on the bicycle seat.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Lu Zhiyan cupped Nan Xu's face in his hands, his emotions unreadable.

Could it be that he doesn't like it? Lu Zhiyan was unsure.

"No." Nan Xu lowered her head and placed her hands on Lu Zhiyan's waist.

(End of this chapter)