After walking out of Fang Biying's room, Fang, the head of the family, had no desire to sleep. He was filled with worries that he couldn't express. For some reason, he always had a bad feeling in his heart that Alang would not obey Biying so easily. Even if they got married, even if they left Beijing completely, Alang would not treat Biying sincerely. He was afraid that this marriage was a wrong start. But Biying insisted on her own way. If he was unwilling to arrange this marriage for her, then Biying would definitely cry and resent him for the rest of her life. But now he agreed to everything as Biying wished, and his heart was in turmoil.
He frowned and sighed deeply. Seeing that the light in Cheng Haoyu's room was still on, he decided to go over and talk to him in person.
"Master Fang." The gatekeeper spoke in a respectful tone.
Mr. Fang nodded slightly, then pushed the door open and walked in. Cheng Haoyu was sitting alone on a stool in a daze, and he hadn't touched the dinner that was served to him.
"Alang, eat something. It would be bad if you starve yourself." Mr. Fang said as he sat beside him.
Cheng Haoyu didn't even raise his eyebrows, and sat there motionless like a statue, as if he hadn't heard him or seen him at all.
Mr. Fang poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, but he had no intention of taking it. Helplessly, he had to put the glass of water hanging in the air next to him.
"Alang, I know you are resentful. In fact, I don't want to force you to do something you don't want to do, but Biying really likes you. She can't live without you. As a father, I have never seen her so obsessed with any man." Mr. Fang said from the bottom of his heart.
Cheng Haoyu's expression changed. He rolled his eyes at him viciously, a sneer forming on his lips. "I, A Lang, have always been extremely respectful to you, Master Fang. I respect you from the bottom of my heart and regard you as my elder. When I proposed to leave the troupe, you agreed so generously and even said something that moved me so much. I, A Lang, feel that I really owe you and this troupe too much. I didn't expect that Master Fang was just pretending to be nice to me."
"Alang, I don't care what you think of me now. The purpose of my coming here today is to ask you to treat Biying well. She is really a good girl and she is sincere to you. If you feel indebted to your previous wife or friends, I promise that I will send them money every month so that they can live a life of luxury. This can be regarded as a little compensation from us. As long as you and Biying are good to each other, I am willing to pay any price." Mr. Fang said from the bottom of his heart.
"Humph, Master Fang really would do anything for Biying." Cheng Haoyu cast a sharp look at him: "Hasn't Master Fang heard the saying? Spoiling a child is like killing him."
Mr. Fang's expression was slightly stunned. He knew that with Alang's personality, he would never give in so easily. So even if the wedding was successfully completed the day after tomorrow, he saw the tragic ending that he least wanted to see in Alang's eyes.
"Alang, I'm warning you, you'd better not refuse a toast. My daughter is attracted to you, that's the blessing you've cultivated for a hundred years, don't be ungrateful for it. If you dare to hurt a hair of my daughter, I will make you live a life worse than death." Mr. Fang knew that no matter how many soft words he said, even if he put aside all his self-esteem and pride and begged him humbly, it would be of no avail, so he might as well just give him a warning.
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