Grandma Liu's kind gaze swept across the entire arena, finally settling on Ye Chen, the only winner, and Qin Xiao, who had voluntarily forfeited.
Her voice, carrying an undeniable authority, rang out once more.
"Alright, the results of the two rounds of competition, both literary and martial, are in."
"Next, please step forward, both of you talented individuals."
"Let my daughter choose her own ideal husband!"
Upon hearing this, the hall fell silent once more, and everyone's attention was focused on the sheer screen and Ye Chen and Qin Xiao standing in front of it.
Ye Chen straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, his face full of determination, his eyes burning as he looked at the screen, as if that peerless beauty was already his.
Qin Xiao remained calm and composed, as if he were not the one about to be chosen, and as if the outcome was none of his concern.
He found it somewhat amusing.
After acting for so long, are they finally going to pick an unlucky guy to take the blame?
Behind the sheer screen, the slightly plump figure trembled slightly.
Liu Qingrong's heart pounded like a drum. Through the hazy gauze curtain, her gaze was involuntarily drawn to Qin Xiao, who had a tall and upright figure and a composed demeanor.
It was him, the man with brilliant writing skills who had just gently helped out of the predicament.
A faint voice inside her was screaming, "Choose him!"
However, just as she was about to raise her finger, a cold, obscure power, filled with resentment and destruction, suddenly surged from the depths of her body and instantly seized her will.
That force roared wildly in her ears: Choose that one! Choose that man who exudes vitality and dazzling good fortune!
Suck him dry!
I'm going to drain his luck dry!
Liu Qingrong's arm felt as if it were filled with lead, being pulled by an invisible force, and slowly lifted up uncontrollably.
Her fingertips trembled violently, and finally, under the gaze of countless eyes, through the thin veil, she pointed precisely at—Ye Chen.
When Ye Chen saw the outline of the slender finger pointing at him, he was first stunned, then an unbelievable joy welled up in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.
really!
Destiny is in my hands!
Despite Qin Xiao's numerous attempts to obstruct her, the young lady of the Liu family ultimately chose him, the true chosen one!
Qin Xiao showed no surprise at the result, and his face remained completely expressionless.
He simply turned slightly to the side and walked naturally down the open space that had witnessed the farce and the choice.
Nie Beini immediately came over and nudged him lightly with her elbow, her tone full of undisguised disappointment, tinged with a hint of sarcasm.
"Hey! Young Master Qin, your charm index is seriously lacking!"
"The stunning beauty you were about to capture has slipped away, and you, this self-proclaimed charming rogue, have actually failed?"
Qin Xiao glanced at her, shrugged, and smiled with a hint of self-deprecating helplessness.
"Miss Liu has discerning eyes; she didn't take a liking to a 'weak scholar' like me. What can I do?"
Nie Beini snorted, still grumbling, but deep down she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, without even realizing it herself.
She unconsciously moved closer to Qin Xiao, almost pressing herself against him, gently inhaling the faint scent emanating from him that inexplicably made her feel at ease.
A barely perceptible blush crept onto her cheeks.
Not being selected... seems pretty good, doesn't it?
"Hey, keep your distance."
Qin Xiao took a slight step back, his gaze sweeping over her curves, which appeared even more prominent as he approached.
"Tone it down, your chest is practically shoving into my face."
"No!"
Instead of backing down, Nie Beini, like a mischievous cat, rubbed forward a couple more times, her tone coquettish.
Meanwhile, the Liu family acted with astonishing speed.
Almost the instant Liu Qingrong's finger touched the ground, Old Madam Liu announced the result with a beaming smile.
Immediately afterwards, a maidservant came forward with a large red silk flower and almost forcibly draped it over Ye Chen's body, who was still somewhat dazed.
Then, the old butler personally stepped forward and handed him a gold-plated bank card, along with the key to a brand-new, top-of-the-line luxury car.
"Young Master Ye, congratulations!"
The old butler's smile was almost excessively warm.
"The matriarch said that such an auspicious day is rare, so why don't you, Young Master Ye, consummate your marriage with Miss tonight?"
This speed, this efficiency, it's as if they're afraid Ye Chen will grow wings and fly away if they're even a second late.
Even Qin Ruoyan, who is usually a bit absent-minded, noticed something was wrong. She tugged at Qin Xiao's clothes and muttered in a low voice.
"Brother, why does the Liu family seem to be in such a hurry?"
"The way they looked at Ye Chen was terrifyingly bright, like...like wolves that hadn't eaten for days seeing a big piece of fat meat, eager to pounce and take a bite!"
Qin Xiao's smile faded, and his eyes became deep.
He spoke in a deep voice to Nie Beini and Qin Ruoyan.
"Please wait here for a moment, don't go anywhere, I'm leaving for a bit."
After saying that, he didn't linger. He turned around and quickly blended into the noisy crowd, his sharp eyes searching for something in the venue.
He quickly found his target in a relatively secluded corner near the perimeter of the banquet hall.
A middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in a faded purple robe but holding a paper cup with the "Ruifu Coffee" logo, was watching the farce unfold with great interest.
It was Master Qingsheng.
Qin Xiao put on a gentle smile again and walked over unhurriedly.
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