Hidden Marriage: A Heaven-sent Billionaire Husband Chapter 2777: Ending

Chapter 2777: Ending

Editor: Henyee Translations

Xinyue's soaring career triumphs and her growing age had elevated her marriage to the utmost urgency within the Lu family.

Han Qingwan had set her up with grandsons from longtime friends and relatives—at least eighty candidates in total.

“Grandma, I don’t want to see him.” Xinyue felt utterly unenthusiastic.

Han Qingwan clasped her hand. “Everyone claims you fancy someone. Where is this person? Is he only a dream in your mind? Why else would he skip coming to your birthday?”

Guiltily, Xinyue dropped her gaze.

A silent bond existed between her and Luo Lin.

Yet, confessions had never passed between them.

No promises ever came from him.

She stayed quiet as well.

This appeared to define their unique rapport.

“Xinyue, real companionship forms the truest love. Chasing an imaginary crush will only bring you hardship,” Han Qingwan advised with deep sincerity.

Xinyue had no rebuttal.

Even she remained uncertain about her connection with Luo Lin.

“Let’s head out,” Han Qingwan urged softly.

Xinyue trailed behind, yet an inner reluctance blocked her from casually encountering other men.

Such meetings might seem trivial, but she believed they would shatter the unspoken accord with Luo Lin.

“Grandma.” Xinyue came to a sudden halt.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’ll go help my sister-in-law watch over Muyang. I’m skipping the visit to your friend.”

With those words, Xinyue gathered her dress hem and fled in the other direction.

Han Qingwan shook her head helplessly while scanning the hall’s guests. Handsome and accomplished young men who adored Xinyue abounded, but she dismissed them entirely.

Bursting outside, Xinyue flung open the door, letting a frigid wind rush in.

Her eyes cooled briefly, then rapidly warmed once more.

From afar, a tall figure strode toward her.

In his grasp bloomed a vivid bouquet of red roses, his steps steady and powerful.

Hadn’t he been in the United States? Had he returned ahead of time?

No, even an early flight wouldn’t arrive this swiftly.

Had he always intended to grace her birthday celebration?

Brother Liang shadowed Luo Lin, at last grasping why Luo Lin abandoned the vital U.S. film festival.

Luo Lin had long carried a special someone in his heart.

That’s why he spent five years ascending to elite status, becoming her equal and capable of shielding her until now.

Luo Lin had thus organized Brother Liang’s duties, carving out moments to pursue his beloved, share dates, and witness the seasons together.

Over those five years, fans and the public had grown accustomed to him dating, wedding, and building a family, so Xinyue would escape the media whirlwind.

Their story unfolded effortlessly and naturally.

Birthday banquet attendees gazed outward, beholding the strikingly handsome man approaching steadily.

Countless guests identified Luo Lin.

“Best Actor Luo Lin?”

“Junlin Pictures’ boss?”

“This fellow’s no ordinary man.”

Murmurs detailed Luo Lin’s five-year feats—his grueling climb from obscure roots, truly remarkable.

Lu Heting and Su Zhuoqian directed their attention there too.

Lu Heting pondered with a deep frown before asking, “Zhuoqian, your view?”

“Strong character, remarkable skills,” Su Zhuoqian assessed.

Lu Heting’s tension eased; he recognized the match’s triumph.

Xinyue’s eyes sparkled brightly as Luo Lin neared her.

The roses he clutched amplified his transcendent charm.

Pursing her lips, she said, “You didn’t even send a birthday video wish.”

“I wanted to deliver it personally.” Luo Lin locked eyes with her. “Happy birthday.”

He extended his hand. “Lu Yue, can you accept me into your life?”