TVSFPAG -Chapter 167 Why Do You Want to Marry Me?

This was Song Yunfei’s first time going abroad, and her destination was the legendary London.

At the beginning, the novelty excited her for quite a while.

But after getting off the plane, that excitement quickly faded.

The sky was gray and hazy, as if the air was filled with a layer of moisturizing mist. When the wind blew, it was so cold she almost felt like she could ascend on the spot.

While walking on the street, her phone nearly got snatched.

Bai Yu had rented a small apartment with basic furniture—two bedrooms and a small living room. The place looked somewhat old, but the rent was so expensive that it left Song Yunfei speechless.

Not only that, but the prices of goods in the supermarket were far higher than those back home.

What frustrated her even more was that the English she had learned was practically useless here.

The locals spoke very fast and with all kinds of accents—she could barely understand eight out of ten sentences.

She could only silently be thankful that she hadn’t wandered around alone.

The two of them sat in a restaurant. Bai Yu smiled and asked her, “Do you have anywhere you want to visit?”

Song Yunfei slumped her shoulders and glanced at the gray sky outside, where the cold wind was still howling. She replied weakly, “No.”

If she hadn’t been hungry, she wouldn’t have wanted to step outside at all.

Moreover, the food on the table didn’t stimulate her appetite in the slightest. She forced herself to taste a couple of bites and realized it was genuinely unappetizing.

After eating just enough to fill her stomach, the two of them braved the cold wind again and went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients, planning to cook for themselves.

A cabbage that no one in their home country would care about cost over ten yuan per jin here.

Watching Bai Yu pay, Song Yunfei felt a pang of heartache—thankfully, it wasn’t her money being spent.

Bai Yu placed the shopping bags on the table and began to order her around, “Cu… no, Cui Hua, go cook two dishes.”

Song Yunfei shot him a glare, but considering she was now dependent on him, she could only pick up the vegetables and head into the kitchen to get to work.

She was genuinely hungry. The strange fried fish she had eaten at the restaurant earlier was full of fishy taste and nearly impossible to swallow.

Bai Yu leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching her busy figure, and asked, “Now that you’re free, do you have any plans?”

Song Yunfei’s hands paused abruptly as she washed the vegetables.

She had run away in such a hurry—how could she have any plans?

Even when she had been planning her escape earlier, she had never thought about what to do afterward.

She had to admit that deep down, she still hadn’t wanted to leave. She had even harbored a faint, unrealistic expectation.

Now, all those expectations had been shattered, leaving only confusion in her heart.

She didn’t originally belong to this world, and that sense of being rootless became even stronger now—like she had completely lost her sense of belonging.

She couldn’t even tell whether she was truly free now, or whether she had simply lost her direction entirely.

Seeing her increasingly downcast profile, Bai Yu let out a helpless sigh and proactively changed the subject. “When the weather clears up, I’ll take you to visit some famous attractions.”

It was winter, and London’s weather was even more unpredictable.

The next morning, it rarely cleared up with a bit of sunshine. Bai Yu knocked wildly on her door, practically forcing Song Yunfei to get up.

Dragging herself out of bed weakly, Song Yunfei was pulled by him to Trafalgar Square, where it was extremely crowded—everyone braving the strong winds to take photos and check in.

The biting wind cut across her face like a knife. When Bai Yu wanted to take her picture, she didn’t even want to take her hands out of her pockets.

Bai Yu couldn’t help but complain, “Why are you acting like an old lady? Can you show a bit of energy?”

Song Yunfei sighed and casually raised her hand to flash a perfunctory peace sign.

Bai Yu twitched his mouth, snapped a couple of quick photos, and didn’t bother forcing her anymore.

After that, they visited several other attractions. Perhaps because of the weather, Song Yunfei felt they weren’t as romantic as the legends suggested—they were even somewhat boring.

At first, everything still felt somewhat fresh, but after only a few days, she was already staying cooped up in her room and unwilling to go out.

After Song Yunfei cooked one meal, Bai Yu never allowed her near the kitchen again, claiming her dishes were too greasy.

To be fair, Bai Yu’s cooking skills were quite good—surprisingly on par with her own.

However, the dishes he cooked were not to Song Yunfei’s taste—they were too light.

Bai Yu always emphasized balanced nutrition, but for Song Yunfei, there were only two categories: tasty and not tasty.

Watching her poke at the bowl in front of her, eating less than a third after half an hour, Bai Yu looked at her with amusement. “Are my dishes really that bad?”

Song Yunfei snapped back to reality, glanced at the food on the table, and realized it wasn’t exactly bad—she just had no appetite.

She couldn’t help complaining, “It’s not bad, it’s just too bland. Can you add more salt next time? I feel like I’m eating grass.”

“Eating too much salt isn’t good for your health. After a few days you’ll get used to it. With such a heavy taste, be careful you turn into a bald beauty.”

Song Yunfei instinctively touched her hair and was immediately alarmed. Frowning, she asked, “You’re not lying to me, are you?”

Bai Yu snorted lightly. “If you don’t believe me, look it up yourself.”

“Alright.” Song Yunfei pouted and continued absentmindedly picking at her rice.

Bai Yu raised his brows slightly and leaned lazily back in his chair, his tone carrying a hint of teasing. “Ever since you came here, you’ve been absent-minded. Which wild man are you thinking about?”

Song Yunfei paused and looked at him strangely. “What do you mean ‘wild man’?”

Bai Yu smiled even more playfully. “So that means you really are thinking about someone?”

Song Yunfei choked slightly and muttered stubbornly, “I’m not thinking about anyone.”

Bai Yu smiled faintly, then spoke in a more serious tone. “Is that so? In that case, since we’ve already eloped to London, why don’t we find a time to get married?”

Song Yunfei’s hand shook, and her chopsticks nearly fell onto the table. She looked at him in shock. “Marry what?”

Bai Yu said, “Marriage. Marry me. Do you understand?”

Song Yunfei frowned and carefully studied Bai Yu.

He was smiling sincerely, but she could clearly feel that he didn’t harbor romantic feelings for her between a man and a woman.

She couldn’t quite explain what that feeling was, but she was certain—Bai Yu didn’t like her in that way.

Their relationship felt more like close friends, or perhaps siblings.

It was precisely because of this that she had no psychological burden when leaving with Bai Yu. But now that he suddenly brought up marriage, it scared her so much she almost wanted to buy a flight ticket back overnight and turn herself in.

She opened her mouth, considered her words carefully, and then asked seriously, “Why do you want to marry me?”

Bai Yu stared at her intently. The smile on his lips gradually faded, and a hint of sincerity appeared in his eyes. “Because I think no one can take better care of you than I can.”

Song Yunfei paused, then asked further, “Do you like me?”

He answered without hesitation, “Of course I do. Who wouldn’t like such a cute Cuihua?”

“Do you love me?” Song Yunfei looked straight into his eyes and asked word by word, “I mean that kind of love between a man and a woman. Do you want to have children with me? In the future, the child would call me mom and call you dad.”

Bai Yu subconsciously opened his mouth. He thought he could answer confidently, but when the words reached his lips, they suddenly got stuck.

Even the thought of having children with her made his expression become somewhat unnatural.

Seeing this, the tension in Song Yunfei’s heart immediately eased.

As expected, she hadn’t misjudged him. Although Bai Yu often joked around, deep down he was actually quite innocent.

After a moment, Bai Yu finally managed to squeeze out a few words with difficulty, “Is having children a must?”

Song Yunfei forced back her smile and nodded very seriously. “Of course. What’s marriage without children? I even want to have ten or eight. If you can’t do that, I won’t marry you.”

As she spoke, Bai Yu’s expression grew increasingly unpleasant.

Song Yunfei added deliberately, “If you think it’s fine, we can even try tonight. Remember to clean yourself up properly.”

“….”

This was the first time Bai Yu had been completely at a loss—and even frightened into retreat by Song Yunfei.

Watching him hurriedly find an excuse and slip away, Song Yunfei could barely hold back her laughter.

After he left, she finally burst into laughter.

But as she laughed, her voice gradually faded, until it finally stopped.

She looked around the unfamiliar room, where only silence remained.