Linjiang, Jiang Family

Su Yu, dressed in a dark green cheongsam and wearing a Morandi-colored vest that is currently trending this autumn, gracefully stepped into the Jiang family's reception room.

Chen Lan, who was focused on arranging flowers, quickly stood up and greeted Su Yu with a smile when Su Yu came to visit.

"Mrs. Ling, it's been a long time."

"Lan-jie'er is living a very pleasant life, arranging flowers and enjoying tea." Su Yu sat down gracefully, and to shorten the distance between herself and Chen Lan, she unusually lowered her posture and affectionately called her "Lan-jie'er".

Chen Lan's eyes flickered slightly. After instructing someone to serve Su Yu a cup of floral tea, she asked unhurriedly:

"What brings Mrs. Ling here today?"

"Well, it's a long story."

Su Yu gently held the teacup, softly blew away the white steam on its surface, and sighed softly.

Seeing this, Chen Lan simply sat down next to Su Yu and asked softly, "What happened?"

"Here's what happened. My daughter, Momo, will be eighteen in six months. The Taoist priest Lingxiao of Hanshan Temple cast a divination for her, saying that if she gets married before she turns eighteen, she will have a worry-free life. If she is over eighteen, she may find it difficult to find a good husband."

"Is this really true?"

Hearing Su Yu's words, Chen Lan became even more puzzled.

The Ling family's daughter is in a hurry to get married, so why is Su Yu rushing to find her?

Could it be that Su Yu intends to sell her daughter to her husband as a mistress?

“Indeed. Daoist Lingxiao also said that it would be best to find a man who is three to five years older than Momo. I think that your son is exactly three years older than Momo, so in terms of age, it is indeed very suitable.”

Su Yu spoke in a gentle tone, appearing very sincere.

As soon as she finished speaking, she handed Ling Mo's birth date and time to Chen Lan. "Sister, this is our Mo Mo's birth date and time. She was born in the year of Guiwei, the month of Dingsi, and the day of Dingyou. Why don't you have someone calculate the marriage between Mo Mo and your young master?"

Chen Lan raised an eyebrow slightly, her gaze towards Su Yu carrying a deeper meaning. "Mrs. Ling, what do you mean by this?"

People in the circle all know that her beloved son, Jiang Yu, has some intellectual disabilities. Although he is already twenty years old, his mental age is still that of a six or seven-year-old.

Ordinary people would definitely look down on her precious son.

I don't know what got into Su Yu, that she would be willing to marry her precious daughter to Yu'er.

"Don't take it to heart, Lan-jie. I only dared to come to you about this because your son is of upright character and noble qualities, and the two of them are a good match in age." Su Yu knew how much Chen Lan doted on her mentally challenged son, so she deliberately chose to say things that Chen Lan wanted to hear.

“Ling Mo…”

Chen Lanzai carefully examined the note Su Yu handed her before realizing what was going on.

It turns out that the daughter Su Yu planned to marry to her son was not Ling Tian, ​​who was known as the number one socialite in Linjiang, but Ling Mo, who had been raised in the countryside since childhood.

Some time ago, she had heard from someone that Su Yu seemed to dislike Ling Yunlong's daughter with his ex-wife. Not only did she try to make things difficult for her, but she even attempted to damage her stepdaughter's reputation in front of the media.

"Sister Lan, have you given my suggestion a good consideration?"

Su Yu held the flower tea, took a small sip, and looked up, her beauty captivating.

Chen Lan really looked down on Su Yu's behavior, but as far as she was concerned, if the Ling family's daughter was generous, proper, and composed, she wouldn't mind taking her in.

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Lan asked cautiously:

"Mrs. Ling, if I may be so bold as to ask, does your daughter perhaps have some hidden illness that no one knows about?"

"Please rest assured, Sister Lan, my Momo has always been in very good health."

As she spoke, Su Yu took out her phone again, pointed to the girl on the screen whose expression was aloof yet whose beauty was dazzling, and said:

"Look, this is my Momo. She has excellent looks and figure, but it's a pity that her grades are a bit poor."

"She's really beautiful. Just by looking at the photos, you can tell she's a top-tier beauty."

Chen Lan nodded with satisfaction, and then had someone call Jiang Yu over.

She doesn't know who led her precious son astray; he's always thinking about romantic love.

If he finds out now that she's found him a beautiful wife, he should be able to keep quiet for a while.

As expected, when Jiang Yu saw Ling Mo's photo, she excitedly held Su Yu's phone and kissed it several times.

"Yu'er! Quickly return the phone to Mrs. Ling." Chen Lan shouted at Jiang Yu.

"No! I like a beautiful wife, I want to rock the bed with her!"

Jiang Yu stubbornly tucked her phone into her pocket, like a protective mother hen, staring intently at Su Yu, who was all smiles.

Su Yu maintained a polite smile on her face, but inwardly she felt contempt for this fool.

He is handsome, but his silly and simple-minded appearance will probably make him a laughing stock wherever he goes.

Based on this alone, she felt that Jiang Yu and Ling Mo were an excellent match.

Chen Lan put her hand to her forehead and hurriedly had someone drag the outspoken Jiang Yu away. Then she gave Su Yu an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, you must have found this amusing."

"How could that be? Your son is handsome, straightforward, and honest. I really think he's quite good."

"Mrs. Ling, are you really willing to marry Momo to my Yu'er?" Chen Lan asked tentatively.

"Of course. I've come all the way here to propose marriage, how could Lan-jie doubt my sincerity?"

"But, will Momo agree?"

Chen Lan always felt that stunning beauties like Ling Mo generally had high standards.

Even if Su Yu intends to mess with her, if she insists on not marrying, no one can do anything about it.

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