The Villain’S Daughter-In-Law Is Inherently Powerful [EN]: Chapter 172

Of course, Florin chose him.

Ian had asked Florin to marry him on that chaotic day.

But it wasn’t an official proposal.

Ian was a surprisingly principled man, believing that he could only start preparing for the wedding after he proposed and Florin accepted.

‘Besides, I don’t want to gloss over something that will be a lifelong memory for Florin.’

He wanted to have a long story to tell when their children later asked, ‘How did Dad propose to Mom?’

Thus, Ian gritted his teeth and challenged himself to make a bouquet again.

He was quite determined, so ten hours later.

Everyone was exhausted and burned out, but only Ian was vividly alive, his golden eyes gleaming.

Around him, artistically completed bouquets were neatly sorted by color, which was madness itself.

* * *

“Why do I feel so good today?”

There are days like that.

A day when you wake up to the morning sun and suddenly feel a flutter in your heart.

Even though there’s nothing special about the day, you get the feeling that something wonderful might happen.

“Oh, you look like you’re in a good mood.”

“Hello, Hwairan.”

Hwairan subtly commented during breakfast, noticing my excitement.

But I didn’t exactly know where this feeling came from.

I was just excited.

“Is Dad finally coming home?”

“Oh, if His Majesty were to return, that would be wonderful.”

“It seems like someone welcome is coming. The seagulls are chirping more happily today.”

While neatly eating my scrambled eggs, fragrant roasted tomatoes, and fish, I organized the documents I needed to review today in my head.

Perhaps it was thanks to my hard work.

In about a week, I would have about three or four days off.

I want to go to Dribljane then to see Father and have a meal with Mother.

Ah, I mustn’t forget Inanna and Grandfather.

They still feel bad for not recognizing that Raheen was fake at a glance.

I had to rush to Arkalik without fully comforting their surprised hearts, so I should have many conversations with them over dinner.

But above all, what I want to do most is spend time with Ian.

‘Somehow, that house by the sea that Ian took me to… I haven’t been able to rest there since then.’

I accept it humbly, thinking it can’t be helped, but the desire to be alone with Ian in a quiet place is growing day by day.

‘Ah, it’s not just that I want to rest… I want to rest with Ian. That’s what’s important.’

I chuckled at the unexpected realization and finished the warm tomato before getting up.

And while walking briskly to my office, I tilted my head.

‘Oh, come to think of it.’

When am I going to have my wedding?

* * *

I couldn’t concentrate on work because I realized something I hadn’t even thought about.

“Hey, Wolhwi.”

“Yes, Princess.”

“When do people usually get married after getting proposed to?”

Thud.

The quill Wolhwi was holding hit the desk and fell to the floor.

He seemed surprised that I suddenly brought up marriage.

“Why are you so surprised?”

I puffed out my cheeks slightly and grumbled, and Wolhwi blinked.

“M-Marriage seems too early.”

“Don’t people get married within a year of getting proposed to?”

“Even if you receive a proposal, you can get married 10 years later.”

“What?”

That’s ridiculous.

I thought I couldn’t let this go on, so I called Hwairan.

But Hwairan only added fuel to the fire.

“Oh my, marriage! I’d rather have dirt in my eyes than let that happen!”

“What are you both saying? Ugh.”

I’m doomed. There’s no one to get help from.

I decided to call the maids of similar age later and ask them, and just closed my mouth.

‘No, but no matter how I think about it, the wedding preparations should be done in a maximum of one year, right?’

Let’s see. If I start preparing now… I can manage to have the ceremony next spring.

Since I wanted to get married in the season when flowers bloom, I picked May of next year in my mind.

‘I wonder if Ian thinks the same way.’

How nice would it be if we could easily communicate with each other even when we’re so far apart?

It would be nice if we could exchange messages instantly.

Because my mind was elsewhere, I wasn’t working and was just deep in thought, but my eyes widened at a brilliant idea that flashed through my head.

‘Then I should tell them to develop it! At the Magic Tower!’

That’s what the Magic Tower is for, right?

Of course, the Magic Tower is not mine.

But there were plenty of ways to persuade Father.

First, I’ll say that I’m going to send the first message to Father.

It’s much easier than a letter!

‘Why didn’t I think of this sooner?’

Now that they’re not developing new weapons, they can just develop magical tools that are well used in real life.

Of course, that magical tool must be commercialized, and Dribljane will be in charge of sales.

I felt like I could hear the clinking of money coming in from somewhere, and I wiggled my hips a little in excitement.

But that was only for a moment.

I really couldn’t concentrate on work, so I had no choice but to get up.

Usually, everyone tells me to take a walk, but today I was the one who got up first.

“I’m going to take a walk on the beach. You don’t have to follow me.”

“Yes!”

The sea was the same as ever this morning.

It welcomes me and greets me as it always does.

I strolled slowly along the beach, thinking a lot.

Mostly about my precious people.

After walking around once, my restless heart calmed down, and just as I was about to turn back.

I saw a flower lying on the ground.

“Huh?”

What is it?

I didn’t drop it.

And there was no one else around.

Originally, no one can enter Ilseom [Island], where the palace is located, without permission.

“Pretty……”

It’s exactly the flower I like.

The pure white rose had large and abundant blooms, perhaps because it was a hybrid. And the tips of the petals were tinged with red.

Holding the flower that looked like me, I smelled its fragrance.

‘Ah, it’s sweet. It smells like strawberry shortcake.’

Strangely enough, the more I smelled it, the more I felt intoxicated with longing.

Where did this flower come from?

Maybe it floated on the waves and washed up on the beach.

I felt a presence and opened my mouth without raising my head.

“Hwairan, it looks like a flower washed up.”

But the other person didn’t answer.

Only then did I realize that this presence was not Hwairan’s.

Thump.

My heart sank the moment I saw the black shoes. Then my heart started beating out of rhythm.

It can’t be. It can’t be.

But why does it feel so vivid?

“Baby, aren’t you going to look at me?”

The voice calling me was sweet.

It’s not a hallucination or an illusion. The flower in my hand is real.

Eventually, I raised my head abruptly.

And there—

“Ian!”

The man of my dreams, who even appeared in my dreams last night, was standing there.

Looking much more handsome and refined than in my dreams.

“How did you get here!”

I hugged Ian without hesitation. Ian hugged me tightly with only his right arm, because he was giving me a bouquet with his left hand in the blink of an eye.

“I missed you so much that I couldn’t stand it. How have you been? You always say you’re fine in your letters, so I can’t believe it.”

The bouquet Ian held out was full of pink, lavender, and white flowers.

Hugging it tightly in my arms, I took a deep breath.

Ah, it smells like love.

I felt like my heart would burst with happiness.

“You even prepared flowers!”

“I made the bouquet myself. Do you like it?”

“You made it yourself?”

“Yes. I learned by inviting the best instructor.”

Ian’s voice was filled with undisguised anticipation.

I looked at the bouquet again and smiled brightly.

“Of course I like it! I’m surprised you did this kind of event.”

“It’s already been two months since I saw your face. My Florin blood concentration dropped so much that I couldn’t even move.”

Ian said playfully, smiling with his eyes.

Standing against the emerald-shining sea, he is so surreal.

I pinched my cheek, wondering if I was dreaming, but I knew this was reality because Ian’s golden eyes were so serious.

“And one more thing. I wanted to get married even a day sooner… so I came to propose formally.”

“!”

“I will never make you cry. I will cherish the life you have given me and try to give it back to you, Florin.”

Ian must have been thinking about proposing all the way here.

We are already a couple who will get married even if he doesn’t formally propose. But still… there’s no way I could dislike him saying it so seriously.

“Florin. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

I answered in a loud voice before Ian could even take out the ring from his jacket pocket and show it to me.

“Be my husband, Ian.”

“Forever… I will be on your side.”

Ian smiled kindly and happily, stood up, and hugged me tightly. I also hugged Ian tightly and buried my face in his chest.

Our story wasn’t that great or splendid.

It’s not like we went through tremendous hardships to be connected, or that we barely came to know love while suffering from pain.

But… they were big events in our history.

Overcoming several hurdles, we were finally united, and with this, the duty of choice that I had carried since childhood came to an end.

‘My choice is Ian.’

A couple who respects each other and cherishes each other with all their hearts.

I can dream of such a future with Ian.

While I was immersed in happiness, Ian whispered softly in my ear.

“I always love you more, baby.”

Until what age will Ian call me ‘baby’ in his unique way?

I smiled brightly, thinking about that.

It was a day when happiness washed over me like a wave.