The Runaway Bride’s Replacement

I’ve harbored a secret crush on my older sister’s fiancé for four whole years.
Yet on the night of their engagement party, she vanished.
Taking a deep breath and gathering every ounce of courage I had left, I stepped up to Sheng Yang, my fingers lightly tugging at the edge of his jacket.
“My last name is Nguyen too… if you don’t mind, how about I become your fiancée instead?”
He lowered his gaze to look at me, a faint, teasing smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
“Little one, a fiancée is meant to be held, kissed, and loved properly. Can you handle that?”
I bit my lip, my cheeks burning like fire, and gave a soft nod. “I can.”
After we were married, as I watched this towering man patiently hand-washing my clothes for me, I blinked and murmured softly,
“I have a sneaking suspicion you planned this all along.”
Sheng Yang looked up, the corners of his mouth curving upward.
“Brat, you’re smarter than you look.”