As soon as Rong Shang spoke, another voice came from beside her.
Now that all the parties involved have arrived.
Fu Beiyao didn't want to delay any longer.
Seeing his anxious appearance, the old lady knew why he had come. She sighed and said, "Tenth Prince, let's talk about your matter later."
“No.” Fu Beiyao glanced at Rong Shang, then stood up and walked towards the old lady. “Mother, marriage is an important matter that cannot be delayed any longer.”
Sigh, I knew he came for this.
The old lady turned her face away, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding Fu Beiyao's gaze.
But just then, she heard her child say to the girl on the other end, "Mu Yunshu, I want to marry you."
The old lady was startled. She turned around and said, "Tenth Prince, you..."
She had only spoken half of her sentence when the man in the dark red satin gown strode toward Rong Shang.
His bright, starry eyes burned with a captivating, almost wicked, allure. As he looked at her, his thin, shimmering lips parted slightly. "Mu Yunshu, I've said I want to marry you. Will you marry me?"
While others propose with flowers and a sincere attitude, Fu Beiyao's proposal was characterized by a domineering and forceful demeanor.
Rong Shang glanced at him slowly, and just as he was about to approach, she uttered two cold words: "I won't marry."
Fu Beiyao paused.
He then scoffed, "You rejected me so quickly, don't regret it later."
"Regret?" Rong Shang raised an eyebrow slightly, then leaned back in her chair and said, "Tenth Master, I remember I rejected you once not long ago. You haven't forgotten, have you? Why are you asking me again?"
The woman's languid voice drifted over, leaving him speechless, yet Fu Beiyao found her incredibly interesting.
Has he gone mad?
He wanted to continue arguing, but the old man behind him said, "Tenth brother, this isn't how you propose marriage."
"Oh." Fu Beiyao nodded thoughtfully. "Then, Mother, should you propose to her on my behalf?"
"This..." The old lady hesitated.
Rong Shang thought that the old lady must be finding it difficult to do this.
Both of them are her sons. She can't possibly propose marriage to her on behalf of Fu Jingchen after Fu Beiyao said those words.
But right now, Fu Beiyao is keeping a close eye on things.
With a slight pursing of her lips, Rong Shang could only speak first, "Madam, there's something I want to make clear to you."
"Oh?" The old lady turned to look at her. "Miss Mu, please speak."
"Actually, Fourth Master and I have long been mutually in love, and I want to..."
"Hmph." Fu Beiyao sneered.
Rong Shang could feel the intense gaze from above, but she remained expressionless and ignored him completely. "I love Fourth Master, and I only want to marry him in this life."
As she spoke gently, Fu Beiyao's expression instantly turned cold, and he clenched his fists tightly.
When he could no longer bear it, he slammed his fist on the wooden table in front of him.
With a loud crash, a hole appeared in the wooden table, and the shards of wood pierced his flesh, causing bright red blood to flow directly from his palm.
To be honest, for a moment when Rong Chang met his injured gaze, she felt a little strange.
If it were someone else, she would only think that the other person was too extreme and didn't deserve any sympathy.
But Fu Beiyao...
Rong Shang thought that these illusions probably came from the fact that he and Fu Jingchen had the same face.
With an indifferent expression, she ultimately turned her face away.
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