Chapter 100 Sisters Marrying Each Other

grandfather?

Fu Langxing's grandfather was Fu Yunjian.

He was a rising star in the capital, a top scholar chosen by the emperor, and later rose to the position of Right Chancellor. He was the mentor of scholars from humble backgrounds and was known for his stubborn and aloof personality.

When Song Yiqiu was young, she had visited his mansion, Polige, with her grandmother. In her memory, although Grandpa Fu was old, he was still very elegant and was the most handsome man in the capital at that time. He was also exceptionally gentle to her.

Could it be that Uncle Fu knows something about Grandmother's secrets? This thought flashed through Song Yiqiu's mind.

She stopped in her tracks, pondered for a moment, and looked up at Fu Langxing:

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Song Sangyu was completely taken aback that Song Yiqiu would actually agree. The smile on her face instantly froze, and she cursed inwardly:

She even said she had no feelings for Langxing, but she's always trying to steal him away whenever she gets the chance. It's all because today's plan didn't work out. If Song Yiqiu had behaved improperly in front of the Emperor, and I had stepped in to help her... maybe I could have used that opportunity to get the Emperor to grant us a marriage.

She was filled with hatred, but on the surface she tried her best to maintain a pitiful appearance. She stepped forward, affectionately took Fu Langxing's arm, looked up at him, and said in a wronged tone:

"Brother Langxing, aren't you taking Sangyu with you this year?"

Fu Langxing frowned. He had originally intended to be alone with Song Yiqiu, but now, faced with Song Sangyu's question and seeing her on the verge of tears, he was in a dilemma. He had just opened his mouth when...

“Sang Yu, I…”

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by his two mothers, Madam Fu Yang and Madam Song Shen, who had rushed over.

Fu Yang deliberately bumped into Song Yiqiu, stepped forward, and affectionately took Song Sangyu's hand, placing it on the back of Fu Langxing's hand, and said with a smile:

"Yu'er, what are you two chatting about that makes you so happy? Are you talking about the lantern festival for the Qixi Festival? Seeing how close you two are, I wonder how many noble ladies will envy you."

She looked at Song Sangyu with satisfaction; she found her pleasing to the eye no matter how she looked at her.

"With you by Xing'er's side, I feel at ease. Otherwise, if those scheming and disreputable women seize the opportunity to harass her, it would be disastrous."

As she spoke, she glanced meaningfully in Song Yiqiu's direction.

Qingzhu whispered angrily in Song Yiqiu's ear:

"Miss! How could the Countess say such a thing about you? When Grandmother was alive, before the Second Miss entered the family, she called you Qiu'er every day, wishing you would marry into the family before you even came of age. There were at least a few years of affection between them, and now she's starting to pick and choose?"

Song Yiqiu remained calm and said indifferently:

“People are all made of flesh and blood. I have been away from the capital for seven years. Song Sangyu has a close relationship with the Fu family, so it is only natural that the madam prefers her. Besides, a marriage made in childhood is not necessarily valid.”

At this moment, Madam Song also came over. Fearing that she would ruin Sang Yu's plans, she directly told Song Yiqiu to leave.

"Yiqiu, there's nothing more for you to do here. You must be tired today, go back and rest."

She exchanged a knowing glance with Fu Yangshi, clearly wanting to create an opportunity for Fu Langxing and Song Sangyu to be alone.

Song Yiqiu was happy to have some peace and quiet and didn't want to get entangled any further. She readily bowed and turned to leave decisively.

Fu Langxing, watching her back, wanted to say something more, but before he could utter the word "Yi...", he was interrupted without hesitation by Fu Yangshi, who reached out and tapped his forehead.

"My little darling, you mustn't have any thoughts about that rough woman."

Fu Yangshi spoke sternly and nitpicked.

“Look at her, she’s eccentric and violent, prone to violence and killing. What family would dare to have a daughter-in-law like that? Let alone marry her to manage the family business.”

"Your mother is getting old and wants to live a few more years. I just want a gentle and obedient daughter-in-law like Sang Yu, so that she can give me a grandson as soon as possible and manage the household affairs properly. That's the right thing to do."

She looked at her son, whose face was clouded with displeasure, and earnestly advised him:

“I think this Miss Song is perfect. She’s gentle and refined, and we’ve watched her grow up since she was a child. We know her inside and out. Once Song Yiqiu inherits the title, even though the two of you aren’t related by blood, you’ll still be considered sisters, and her status will naturally rise accordingly. You won’t lose out either personally or professionally if you marry her!”

Fu Langxing looked dissatisfied and protested:

"Mother! When did I ever say I was going to marry Song Sangyu?"

Fu Yangshi's eyes widened:

"Hey, you little brat! Before Song Yiqiu came back, weren't you the one who kept clamoring for your dad to arrange a marriage exchange? Now that the other person has been exchanged, you're not happy about it? You wouldn't happen to... have really taken a liking to that country bumpkin, would you?"

"Mother! What do you mean by 'country bumpkin'? Can't you speak more politely?!"

Fu Langxing retorted irritably.

"I can decide who I marry, Mother, don't worry about it!"

"I don't care? You decide?"

Fu Yangshi slapped his shoulder in annoyance.

"Since ancient times, marriages have always been arranged by parents and matchmakers. What right do you have to make those decisions?"

Seeing that her son had turned away and refused to talk, and that his attitude was firm, she knew that confronting him head-on would not do any good, so she relented.

"Alright, alright, even if... even if you still have some feelings for Song Yiqiu, at worst... we can bring the two sisters into the manor together, and the Fu family won't lose out. Let Song Yiqiu be a concubine, is that alright?"

"A concubine?"

Fu Langxing was taken aback and subconsciously retorted.

"How could Song Yiqiu possibly be a concubine?"

Given her upcoming inheritance of the title, even becoming the principal wife would be considered a marriage below her station, let alone a concubine.

Madam Fu Yang, however, curled her lip in disapproval:

"Why can't we do it? She's a woman who's been hanging out with a bunch of men on the frontier for seven years. Her reputation is already ruined. In the capital now, besides our Fu family, which respectable family would dare to take her? The fact that we're willing to take her is already a blessing she's earned in eight lifetimes."

"It's better for a girl to be gentle and tender. I'll understand when you're older than me. What kind of image does it have to be of someone who's all about wielding knives and guns? It'll be impossible to manage them then."

Fu Langxing opened his mouth, but looking at his mother's resolute expression and thinking of Song Yiqiu's uncontrollable nature, the slight resistance in his heart gradually subsided.

He remained silent for a moment, but ultimately did not utter a word of rebuttal, which can be regarded as acquiescence to his mother's win-win solution.

At this moment, Song Sangyu, who was standing to the side, saw the mother and son whispering to each other and was already getting impatient, but she still had to maintain a proper smile on her face.

Seeing this, Madam Fu quickly pushed Fu Langxing towards Song Sangyu, her face beaming with smiles:

"Sang Yu, you young people should have a good chat and cultivate your relationship. Once you're married into the household, give me a big, healthy son as soon as possible!"

Song Sangyu immediately blushed and lowered her head shyly:

"aunt……"

Looking at the shy Song Sangyu beside him, Fu Langxing felt an inexplicable sense of irritation and utter boredom.