Qin Tianru nodded obediently. To make her words more convincing, she quickly added a few more sentences.  

“Don’t doubt me—I’m not talking nonsense. This is my family’s tried-and-true experience. It’s well-founded.”  

After a long pause, Qi Han replied awkwardly, “Isn’t your family’s way of choosing a spouse… a bit too hasty?”  

His face was completely red—whether from choking or blushing at her answer was unclear. His gaze flickered slightly, as if he couldn’t quite meet Qin Tianru’s eyes.  

What kind of girl meets a man for the first time and immediately says she wants to be his wife? It was downright embarrassing.  

In his past life, he had lived to an older age, so it wasn’t as if he’d never received attention from women. But most of them expressed their feelings in subtle, indirect ways.  

This was the first time he’d ever been confronted with such straightforward words, leaving him utterly flustered.  

Even though he had been older in his past life, he had never been in any kind of intimate relationship with a woman. Right up until his death, he had remained a bachelor.  

Why, then, did he suddenly feel a little shy?  

Qin Tianru blinked and declared firmly, “I don’t think it’s hasty at all. This is a marriage ordained by heaven. You’re the one fate chose for me.”  

“Otherwise, tell me—why did I suddenly appear by your side in your moment of crisis? The world is so big. Why couldn’t I have gone to someone else? Why you, and only you?”  

“…” Qi Han was speechless, his lips twitching in embarrassment.  

You’re the little fairy. Whatever you say must be right.

Seeing his silence, Qin Tianru pressed, “Do you think I’m wrong?”  

“No.”  

The word burst out of Qi Han’s mouth, as if he feared that answering even a second slower would invite further questioning.  

Thinking it over, he had to admit there was some logic to her words. But there was still one thing puzzling him—why hadn’t he met her in his past life?  

If they were truly destined by fate, why had their paths never crossed before?  

“Good.”  

Pleased that he believed her, Qin Tianru curved her lips into a smile, her eyes crinkling happily.  

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she asked, “You still haven’t introduced yourself yet. And how did you figure out I’m not from this era? Just based on what I’m wearing?”

After all, for people in the 1950s, their worldview and experiences were limited—nothing like the later generations. Although her clothing was unusual, it shouldn’t have immediately led him to assume she was from another time, right?  

Qi Han straightened his expression. “My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Qi Han. I ended up here because I was framed and had to flee. As for the details… it’s a long story. I’ll explain it to you properly later.”  

He paused, his expression darkening slightly, as if gathering his courage. His face then took on a solemn look.  

“The reason I could make that judgment is… I have memories of an extra lifetime in my mind. I have over twenty more years of experience and perspective than an ordinary person.”  

“The medical kit you’re carrying, the style of your clothes—though I’ve never seen ones of such high quality before, I’ve encountered similar designs and items.”  

Of course, there was one more thing—he had never met her in his past life.  

“!!”  

Qin Tianru stood frozen in shock.  

What the—? 

What kind of plot twist is this?!  

The script of her transmigration seemed different from her mother’s and older sister’s experiences!