Seeing Tang Xiaobao's bad face, Yingying became anxious and quickly explained: "It's not what you think, really, don't worry, I only love you, I have always loved you, he and I have never had any feelings for each other, no no no, he and I are not really engaged at all, I, I——"

Yingying was so anxious that she started crying again.

Tang Xiaobao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why are you crying again? Please tell me, I didn't say anything. How can I not believe you? I was just confused for a moment. I haven't heard you talk about this before."

"I, I dare not say it, and we were not planning to go back, but who knew that Er Niang passed away suddenly." Yingying bit her lip and looked at Tang Xiaobao carefully.

Tang Xiaobao's mind was a little confused and completely inadequate.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff.

"Are you angry?"

"No." Tang Xiaobao exhaled a puff of smoke fiercely.

Yingying became even more frightened and she started crying again.

"It's really not what you think. That was all their wishful thinking. I was still young at the time, and everyone in the village said he was my fiancé, but in fact, I never agreed."

Tang Xiaobao sighed, "I'm really not angry, I'm just a little depressed. How come a love rival suddenly appeared? I feel a sense of crisis. Bah, bah, bah, you want to snatch you away from me? No way. No matter who it is, they can never have any ideas about you in this life. No one can do that."

These words are quite touching.

Anyway, Yingying was still very touched.

Tang Xiaobao suddenly said, "Come on, come on, tell me what's going on."

Yingying nodded and began to tell Tang Xiaobao her story.