Leng Yanbo stared at her unblinkingly, and his heart slowly settled. She was still his Anjing, unchanged, and he shouldn't have doubted her motives. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, "Anjing, once I assume the position of Family Head, I will marry you in a grand ceremony."
Wei Anjing fought the urge to push him away and nodded. "All right, I will wait to become the Madam of the House."
Leng Yanbo happily let her go, and they cooked together. After dinner, he took Wei Anjing to his study and laid out the bits and pieces of information he had recently collected about Leng Youchen and Wei Anning in front of Wei Anjing.
Looking at the thick stack of information, many of which were secretly taken photos, Wei Anjing flipped through them one by one. The more she flipped, the more agitated her heart became. If she hadn't desired to become a Royal Princess, if she hadn't engineered to send Wei Anning to Aisha Island, then the woman in those photos would have been her.
