nycdaug Chapter 231 Proposal
Chapter 231 Proposal
Huadi was extremely excited when he brought JOJO home. He knew that this proposal meant a lot to both of them, so he decided to go all out to prepare for this important moment.
First, Huadi shared his plan with a few close friends and humbly asked for their opinions and suggestions. These friends all expressed their blessings and actively offered him advice.
Although Hua Di doesn't appear wealthy, being just an ordinary police officer and even a former gangster, he actually has a hidden wealth background. If he needed funds, he could easily raise up to 100 million yuan in cash within an hour! Moreover, if he had a little more time, his good friend He Xin alone could provide him with a third of the casino's cash.
However, Hua Di did not want to turn this proposal ceremony, which was supposed to be full of romance and warmth, into a feast of money. He knew that what really mattered was his love for JoJo and the relationship between them, not piling up money to make this special moment.
Furthermore, considering his current position and future career plans, Wah Di also felt it was inappropriate to be too high-profile. After all, his goal was to achieve greater success in the police force and reach that prestigious position. In this process, maintaining a low profile and maintaining stability were crucial.
Therefore, Wah Di decided not to spend too much money on the preparations for the proposal ceremony, but to focus on sincerity and care. He believed that this way would be more likely to touch Jojo's heart and let her feel his deep affection for her.
As Wah Di and JoJo were snuggling on the sofa watching TV, an advertisement gave Wah Di the inspiration to propose. JoJo had previously told him that she wanted to go to Provence to see lavender. Looking at the beautiful purple flowers in the advertisement, an idea came to Wah Di's mind.
A week later, Huadi, who had specially applied for a long vacation, took JOJO on a plane to Dawn.
The late summer breeze, with a touch of languid sweetness, carried the rich, almost indissoluble scent of lavender as it blew across the endless purple fields. Each lavender plant strained its slender spikes, like waves of purple, gently undulating in the breeze, creating a rustling sound. The air was filled with an intoxicating fragrance, like an overturned perfume bottle or freshly baked pastries, perfectly sweet. Occasionally, a few colorful butterflies, their wings dusted with tiny pollen, fluttered among the blossoms, adding even more vitality to the purple landscape.
Jojo leaned against an old oak tree with gnarled, moss-covered branches. The bark was etched with several crooked scratches, like the marks left by time. She rested her chin on her hand, her eyes somewhat vacant as she gazed at Huadi, who was not far away. He was wearing a washed-out blue work shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing the muscular lines of his arms. He squatted on the ground, concentrating on pruning a few wilted roses, holding a small pair of garden shears in his hands, his movements skillful and focused. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks, gleaming in the sunlight, but he seemed oblivious, completely immersed in the care of the flowers and plants. His serious and focused expression was like a painting, and it made Jojo's heart feel like it was being gently tickled by the softest feather, itchy and sweet, even his breathing was filled with a smile.
"Hua Di, look at this flower field, it's growing so well this year." JOJO said softly, with a satisfied sigh in her voice. She reached out and brushed away the windblown hair beside her cheek, which was also stained with the scent of lavender.
"Well, with you here, anywhere is fine." Huadi responded without looking up, and with a click of the scissors in his hand, he cut off an extra branch. His voice was a little lazy, tinged with the fragrance of flowers and plants, but it was unusually clear.
Jojo raised the corner of her mouth and, like a cat that had stolen some fish, she stood on tiptoe, a little unsteadily but still steady, and gently kissed his forehead, which was covered with grass debris. "You're so annoying, workaholic." Her fingertips accidentally touched his warm skin, causing him to stiffen slightly.
Huadi then raised his head, and seeing her sly smile, he also smiled gently, with warmth in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He picked up the towel at hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the sweat rolled down the fibers of the towel. "Work is also to allow you to see such beautiful flowers every day." His eyes fell on JOJO, and there was an indescribable tenderness in his eyes, like the most mellow wine, which eclipsed the purple of the entire flower field, leaving only her, shining in his eyes.
JOJO's heart skipped a beat, as if it was being gripped by an invisible hand. She saw Huadi put down the scissors and raised a cloud of dust when he stood up. He slowly walked in front of her and stood still. He was a head taller than her, and he lowered his head slightly. The distance between them was instantly shortened, so close that she could see his long and thick eyelashes, like two small fans, casting a faint shadow under his eyes. He stretched out his hand, his fingers with the moisture of soil and the fragrance of flowers and plants, and gently grasped her wrist. The touch had a familiar warmth, but it seemed a little different, with a slight tremor that made her inexplicably nervous, making her even breathe cautiously.
"What's wrong?" JOJO's voice unconsciously became softer, like a feather falling, with a barely perceptible tremor.
Huadi didn't answer immediately, only... "Your tenacity and kindness, like sunshine, have shone into my somewhat dull life. You have filled my world with the most brilliant colors from now on." As he spoke, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was lower than usual, with a subtle hint of nervousness.
He paused, his knuckles turning white from the pressure he exerted on the inconspicuous ring box, wrapped in old newspaper and still stained with a few blades of grass. "JOJO, are you willing to let our story be more than just the changing seasons in a flower field, but to walk hand in hand through every spring, summer, autumn and winter of life? Will you marry me and be my brother Huadi's wife?"
Sunlight filtered through the layers of lavender, casting dappled specks of light that fell on them, casting a soft halo. The surroundings were unusually quiet, with only the rustling of the wind through the flower fields and the sound of Jojo's heartbeat, which was accelerating, almost pounding out of his chest. She looked at the twinkling, star-like light in Huadi's eyes, at the tips of his ears, which had turned red with nervousness, at the simple yet priceless ring box in his hand, and tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, like pearls from a broken string, falling onto her grass-stained pants, instantly spreading a small dark spot.
She nodded vigorously, as if a child had received her favorite candy. Her voice was choked with sobs, but with the purest, uncontrollable joy: "I do! Huadi, I do!"
Huadi's eyes lit up instantly, like ignited stars, instantly dispelling all the gloom. He quickly stood up, his movements a little clumsy, almost tripping over his own trousers, but the overwhelming joy made him forget all else. He opened his arms and embraced her with all his might, tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his flesh and blood. He rested his chin on the top of her head, feeling her tears soaking his shirt, his voice filled with ecstasy and a hint of trembling: "Great! It's really great! My JOJO is the best!"
Jojo hugged him back tightly, her arms aching from the effort. Silent tears fell, dripping onto the flower field, as if blossoming into the most beautiful flowers of happiness. She could smell his subtle earthy scent, the delicate fragrance of lavender, and a unique, reassuring scent. She felt his strong heartbeat, each beat steady and resolute, as if offering her the most tender promise. She knew that from this moment on, her future would forever be filled with this man's warm embrace, this fragrant field, and the story they would write together.
He clumsily rubbed his cheek against her hair, murmuring her name over and over again, his voice vague and happy. The entire lavender field seemed to be swaying gently in their happiness at the moment, and the purple waves played the most romantic and beautiful music in the world.