My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again

Su Hongxing hadn’t heard a word Xiao Ji had said; she sprinted to the camphor tree, searching for Ye Qilan’s figure.
How could he have disappeared? He was just standing here. She saw his face—the unmistakable Ye Qilan. It wasn’t her illusion.
“Xingxing, wake up. Ye Qilan is no longer in this world,” Xiao Ji caught up to her, grasping her shoulders, forcing her to face him.
Su Hongxing still looked around, searching carefully but still found no sign of Ye Qilan.
She was very disappointed.
So, he came, and then he left?
Was it because Xiao Ji was present that he didn’t wish to appear?
“Xingxing, marry me, and let me take care of you from now on,” Xiao Ji suddenly knelt on one knee, startling Su Hongxing.
She quickly stepped back, her face flushing. “What are you doing? Get up!”
Xiao Ji had finally seized such an opportunity; how could he let it slip away? He pulled out a ring he had prepared long ago, “I may not have money now, but my love for you has never changed. Xingxing, marry me.”
As more people gathered around them, some began to encourage her to accept Xiao Ji’s proposal.
After the initial embarrassment, she looked at Xiao Ji and sternly replied, “Xiao Ji, I’m sorry!”
With that, she turned and walked away.
Xiao Ji stared at Su Hongxing’s retreating figure, shocked for a moment, then quickly followed her. He blocked her path, “Xingxing, stay for the meal before you go. We’ve finally got a chance to sit down together; please agree to it, alright?”
He had been too hasty!
The sight of Su Hongxing running out and calling for Ye Qilan had distressed him, and in his confusion, he proposed to her without considering the circumstances.
“Another time,” Su Hongxing said with an apologetic smile, “Xiao Ji, stop living in the past. We’ve both come too far, there’s no going back. I think it’s better if we see less of each other… for both our sakes.”
“Why?!” Xiao Ji cut her off, “Ye Qilan is already dead. Do you intend to remain a widow for the rest of your life for him?”
“Why not? Besides him, I couldn’t possibly marry any other man. Xiao Ji, love is like crossing a river. We’ve crossed that river, but if we turn back to cross it again, we realize it’s no longer the same river. In this life, I’ll only marry Ye Qilan, no one else, including you.”
After saying this, Su Hongxing walked away without looking back.
How could she start doubting herself? Ye Qilan had clearly shown his face just now. He must have wanted to remind her that she was a taken woman, and she shouldn’t casually dine alone with other men, right?
Whether in his past life or this one, his possessiveness had always been this strong.
“Xingxing, I won’t let go,” Xiao Ji’s voice arose behind her.
She turned to look at Xiao Ji, replying indifferently, “It’s impossible between us. Why waste your time on me?”
Xiao Ji shook his head, giving a rueful smile, “You mean something different to me; how could it possibly be a waste of time?”
In this world, besides Su Hongxing, he couldn’t possibly fall in love with any other woman.
She said she wanted no one but Ye Qilan. Who else could he want, but Su Hongxing?
“I can’t persuade you, nor do I wish to try. I’ll repeat what I’ve always said—I only want one person, and that is Ye Qilan.” Su Hongxing said this and quickly walked away.
Should she minimize contact with Xiao Ji in the future? Otherwise, it would lead to misunderstandings, which wouldn’t be good.