Qin Ye: “?”

Zong Zhengchen: “?”

Yun Ying: “?”

Qin Ye guessed that the two might be exchanging some secret signals, and looked at Yun Ying with a questioning look, while Yun Ying was even more confused and bewildered.

"What cooking?"

Ling Qianyi looked at her and said seriously:

"It's the cooking of cooked rice."

Qin Ye: “…”

Zong Zhengchen: “…”

Yun Ying: “…”

The young man never stops talking until his words are shocking. As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone in the hall dropped their jaws in shock. There was a dead silence in the air for three seconds.

When Yun Ying realized what was happening, her face turned pale like a cooked shrimp. Especially since everyone was looking at her, she was so embarrassed that she had nowhere to hide.

This little marquis...

Really... in public!

He has no shame, but she does!

"I don't know what you're talking about!" he said through gritted teeth and quickly ran away.

If she didn't run away, she was worried that she wouldn't be able to bear it next.

Ling Qianyi stood up hurriedly, "Yun Ying, don't run, I'm serious!"

Bang!

Yunying slipped and fell.

Get up and run.

"Yun Ying!" Ling Qianyi hurriedly chased after her, "The scenery in spring is so beautiful that even wild cats are in pairs. Let's do the same!"

"Yun Ying, I will be responsible for you! I want to marry you!"

"Yun Ying!"

The boy ran away and his voice gradually faded away, but the words he said echoed in everyone's heart for a long time.

So, the young marquis is courting a mate?

Is there such a crude and straightforward way of courtship?

He really is worthy of being...Zong Zhengchen’s nephew.

In the past, Zong Zhengchen had done many things to her in a rude and forceful way.

Qin Ye held the chopsticks and looked at Zong Zhengchen meaningfully.

Zong Zhengchen was silent for a moment, "Why are you looking at me all of a sudden?"

"What? Are you trying to cover your face with gold? You won't let me look at you anymore?"

"You can look at me, but what's that look in your eyes?"

"I like the look of your eyes."

"Oh, really? I can't feel anything at all."

Qin Ye bit his chopsticks, raised his butt and moved a little closer to the man, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think Ling Qianyi is serious?"

Zong Zhengchen held the bowl in his hand and smacked his lips noncommittally, "Eighty percent."

"No wonder he suddenly wanted to move to Prince Chen's mansion. It turns out he had some bad intentions. How could he chase after a woman like that? My Yun Ying is not a casual person."

"What kind of person is casual or not? Don't they all fall in love over time?"

He raised his eyebrows and said confidently.

Qin Ye: “???”

Men's thoughts are indeed different from women's. Women pay attention to details, while men pay attention to results.

What she wants is the romance and enjoyment of the process.

His understanding is that as long as the result is right, any means will do.

Thinking of this, Qin Ye immediately stood up:

"I haven't asked Yunying about her feelings yet. She has lost her parents, so it is my responsibility to make the decision for her."

"Don't go." Zong Zhengchen hugged her waist and said, "This matter is 80% certain. Do you still need to ask?"

If Yun Ying disagrees, can she let Ling Qianyi get close to her?

That girl knows martial arts and is very powerful. If she is really made angry, wouldn’t it only take a few minutes for her to beat Ling Qianyi up?

"Don't disturb their long-standing love."

"But they have only known each other for half a year, how can they fall in love?"

"Love grows over time."

"What the hell...?" Just as he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that these four words had another meaning. Qin Ye's face suddenly turned red with shame and anger, and he punched him in the chest.

Zong Zhengchen!

You old pervert!

This is the good nephew you brought up!