Chapter 8 "Welcome to Yangyang and I's engagement party tomorrow, Mr. Qi."
The little girl looked well-behaved and soft, and I thought she would be easy to control, but it turned out that she didn't give him any face and asked him to apologize to He Siyu. It was really a joke.
The old man and the old lady liked Ni Yang even more now. They responded neither humbly nor arrogantly and resolutely defended Si Yu.
Si Yu has found a good wife, and they can finally rest assured at their old age.
"Chuanhan, apologize, is that something you, as a father, can say? Where have your upbringing gone?"
The old man picked up his cane, slammed it hard on the floor, and shouted harshly. The pressure accumulated by his age pressed down on Hechuanhan like a mountain.
His face was blue and purple. There was no one in the He family who was not afraid of the old man. Wen Shuhua didn't dare to say a word.
"I'm sorry, Si Yu. Dad shouldn't have said that to you. I apologize to you."
Forced by the situation, he had to apologize to He Siyu.
He Siyu's eyes were always fixed on Ni Yang, with a morbid desire surging in his eyes.
I like him so much, so much. Like a little fox with its fur standing on end, I resolutely protect him.
What should he do? He regretted that he should have taken action to win her over when he met her half a year ago.
He didn't take Hechuan Han's apology seriously, as it was not a sincere apology.
He hummed nonchalantly and said nothing more.
There is only Ni Yang in his eyes now.
A clear young boy's voice broke the eerie atmosphere.
"Sister-in-law, you are a heroine. It's our first meeting, and I don't know what you like. I heard that you are an online sleep aid. I bought you the best human head microphone in the country. I hope you like it."
An exquisitely packaged box was placed on the coffee table.
He Huaichi had just started college, and his unruly temperament was what made him most popular among girls at his age.
His appearance is not as stunning as He Siyu's, but he is also pleasing to the eye.
Ni Yang naturally responded politely to the friendly words.
"Thank you. I like it very much."
She basically owns all the good microphones on the market, and she takes seriously the gifts that others buy her with care.
There was still some time before dinner, and He Si wanted to take Ni Yang for a stroll in the old house.
Walk through the bluestone open-air corridor and a curved stone door to the octagonal pavilion beside the stream.
He Siyu followed every place Ni Yang looked at. He asked in a deep voice, "Do you like this kind of house?"
Ni Yang put her hands behind her back, the rosary on her wrist loosely sticking to her skin. She leisurely walked up two steps and stood at the edge of the pavilion. She turned around and looked at He Si behind her with a dimpled look.
"Fortunately, I prefer the vintage French style."
The sun setting in the west was orange and yellow, and the warm soft light was reflected on Ni Yang's porcelain-white face, and her shallow dimples were the intoxicating color of the sunset.
Her brown eyes caught his reflection, and her pink lips curved.
Her black hair was carefully piled on top of her head, and her small and delicate earlobes were adorned with pink diamond earrings.
A Ni Yang like this should be his, and only he can let her stand at the highest position in Beijing.
"Aren't you afraid that He Chuanhan will scold you for defending me like this?"
He Siyu's low and magnetic voice blew into Ni Yang's cochlea along with the evening breeze.
After climbing two short steps, Ni Yang was barely able to look at He Siyu at eye level. She was also wearing a pair of seven-centimeter high heels.
The backlit figure of the man was completely blurred by the setting sun, and she looked clearly into He Siyu's deep and profound eyes.
He pursed his thin lips, frowned slightly, and looked into her eyes forcefully.
Ni Yang's heart trembled for a moment, he lowered his eyes, turned around and sat down in the pavilion by the stream, and said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, grandpa and grandma are obviously on your side, and you promised my uncle and aunt that you would not let me suffer any injustice."
"Mr. He Siyu, have you forgotten what you said? We are husband and wife. If I don't protect you, do I have to help your wicked father?"
"The honor and disgrace of a husband and wife are one. Once we get the marriage certificate, you will be mine. I am the most protective of my children and I will never let anyone who doesn't belong to me suffer any injustice."
"My family has always been harmonious. I don't know how bad your family atmosphere is, but we have to form a family. I hope my husband will also have the same preference that I have."
"Regardless of whether we have feelings for each other or not, we treat each other with respect at home. Outside, as long as you are right, I will definitely stand by you. Protecting you is like protecting our little family."
He Siyu's eyes never left Ni Yang. He followed her steps and stood beside her, immersed in what she had just said.
He is a cold person. The only people close to him are his grandparents and a brother who is even braver than others. His stepbrother has a mysterious admiration for him.
No one has ever said that he is hers since she was a child, and she can't bear to see her man being wronged.
He really liked this feeling. The feeling of being protected was so good that his hair roots were tingling.
He slowly sat down beside Ni Yang, his brown eyes reflecting the girl's profile. She really smelled good, not the scent of perfume that can be bought on the market, but a sweet scent that emanated from within.
After not hearing He Si trying to speak for a long while, Ni Yang turned her head and looked into the man's deep and dark eyes.
“…”
Why did Ni Yang feel like she was not wearing any clothes in He Siyu's eyes?
Did she just say something wrong? She was so sincere, it was hard for men to guess.
"What...what happened?"
"Ni Yang, do you still have feelings for Qi Huaiyu?"
Ni Yang's beautiful eyes suddenly darkened, and she turned to him and asked, "Do you mind? I just broke up, and I need some time to digest it, but it won't be too long."
"Okay, I understand."
"Yeah."【ヘ】
She probably minds it, and she will try hard to forget that relationship.
Put yourself in their shoes. No one would like their significant other to have someone else in their heart. If their identities were swapped, she wouldn't be able to accept it anyway.
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After dinner at He's house in the evening, He Si wanted to send Ni Yang home, but received a WeChat message from his assistant on the way.
[Mr. He, the Qi family evaded 2 billion in taxes. The charity under their name is suspected of fraud and money laundering. The evidence has been submitted to the police.]
[The matching jewelry for the dress and shoes has been sent to Hidden Frost Manor.]
"Ni Yang, go home and try on some dresses. Once you've picked one, take a picture for me so I can wear it tomorrow."
He Si wanted to turn off the phone, and his eyes when he looked at Ni Yang were much softer, unlike the cold and businesslike look he had when he saw her yesterday.
"Okay, after the engagement party tomorrow, shall we go get the marriage certificate?"
Ni Yang received a WeChat message from Ms. Ling, saying that He Siyu had someone send her more than a dozen haute couture dresses.
"Tomorrow if there's still time."
"Yeah, okay."
The headlights of the black Cullinan swept across a dark and decadent figure. Ni Yang lowered her head and looked at the partial picture of the bridal chamber on He Siyu's phone that he had asked his assistant to take at night.
The car turned in front of Qi Huaiyu and entered the manor gate. He Siyu stared at his disheveled and unshaven ex-fiancé outside the window.
Ni Yang's voice rang in his ears, "He Siyu, this house is very nice, and I like the decoration. Where is it located exactly?"
Her clever and cunning eyes looked at him brightly. He turned his head and replied with a smile: "It's at 520 Chunchao Road in the city center. After the engagement party tomorrow, I'll take you to see it."
"Okay, okay."
Watching Ni Yang enter the villa, the car slowly drove out of the manor gate and stopped in front of Qi Huaiyu.
He Si tried to open the car door, but his black leather shoes with red soles fell to the ground, and the car door slammed shut, and his hands were casually shoved in his pockets.
Qi Huaiyu raised his decadent and broken face, and looked indifferently and puzzledly at the tall figure in front of him, Mr. He, who was feared by everyone in Beijing.
The man's outline was hidden in the dim and cold light. He raised his chin slightly and looked at the defeated Qi Huaiyu in front of him with cold and sarcastic contempt.
The height difference between the two is about five centimeters. Whether in terms of body shape, aura, or external and internal conditions, Qi Huaiyu is completely defeated.
He opened his dry lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Why is Mr. He here?"
He Siyu narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze was cold, and he answered him in a crushing voice with his magnetic and superior voice.
"Send your fiancée home."
In Yinshuang Manor, there is only one girl, Ni Yang, in the Ni family. It doesn't take much thought to know who the fiancée that He Siyu is talking about is.
Qi Huaiyu's silent and gray eyes suddenly widened, and he rushed forward and grabbed He Sixu's suit collar.
The bloodshot eyes glared fiercely at He Siyu who was glaring at him.
"He Si wants you to take advantage of someone's misfortune. Yangyang can only be mine. Stay away from her!"
A mocking laugh escaped from the man's lips. Thinking that Ni Yang cried because of this man, he was annoyed and wanted to strangle this man to death in this world.
He grabbed Qi Huaiyu's wrist and twisted it hard, then clenched his other hand into a fist and smashed it into the man's face with a ferocious expression.
Qi Huaiyu staggered a few steps and before he could stand firm, a black figure strode towards him, and in an instant, the red soles of the shoes flashed by.
He Si wanted to kick him to the ground, but his whimpering and painful sound was drowned out by the night.
The man who was looking down at him stepped on the hand that had just grabbed his collar, and slowly rotated and crushed it.
"Welcome to Yangyang and I's engagement party tomorrow, Mr. Qi." After a pause, "Oh, by the way, I've also prepared a big gift for Mr. Qi. Remember to sign for it tomorrow."
Cullinan walked away, and Qi Huaiyu was still lying on the ground, curled up, sobbing softly and then bursting into tears, murmuring Ni Yang's name.
He just said the wrong thing and didn't defend her in front of outsiders. How could she be so cruel as to give up on him?
She is also going to get engaged to He Siyu. She has been dating for two years and she won't let him kiss her, but now she wants to get engaged and married to a strange man. Who is he!
Qi Huaiyu is unwilling to give up. He will go to the engagement party tomorrow and let Ni Yang know that he loves her.
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There are more than a dozen sets of clothes in Ni Yang's room. She is dazzled by the choices. Every piece is beautiful. She has difficulty making choices. Can't she wear all the beautiful clothes?
She called Ling Xi to the bedroom and asked her to help choose.
Ling Xiaoye followed Ling Xi in happily to watch his sister try on clothes.
For each piece, Ono's comments were, "his eyes lit up, he applauded, and they were beautiful."
Finally, she chose a one-shoulder retro lace white dress with hand-sewn peony flowers on the hem and chest.
She took a photo in the mirror and sent it to He Siyu.
[photo]
[Are you home yet?]
[I've picked out the clothes, but what about the remaining dress? Should I send it back to you?]
[Do you think this one looks good?]
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