Xu Guanshan's majesty cannot be challenged. Xu Junmo had experienced this in his early years, and now he can't help shuddering when he thinks about it.
He couldn't help Xu Yanfeng and could only rely on himself.
Xu Guanshan raised his chin and motioned Xu Yanfeng to sit down.
Xu Yanfeng sat down calmly, his elbows resting on the armrest of the sofa: "Just say whatever you want to say."
Xu Guanshan's anger at the dinner table had been accumulating for a long time, and he could no longer suppress it. He looked at Xu Yanfeng with cold eyes and said, "What do you mean by that? You're not going to get engaged to Lingyan?"
He knew that their relationship was fake and they were not lovers, but that didn't stop them from getting together.
"Which word do you not understand?" Xu Yanfeng smiled faintly, "It means literally. I don't like Ling Yan, so naturally I won't get engaged to her, let alone marry her."
Xu Guanshan's temples throbbed, and he felt a stabbing pain spreading from his temples to the depths of his brain. "In your position, can you choose a partner based solely on liking?"
"The Xu family is already strong enough and does not need to rely on marriage." Xu Yanfeng had the confidence to say this, as the Xu family was growing stronger every year under his leadership.
"It's true that we don't need a marriage, but a strong alliance is better than marrying someone who has nothing." Xu Guanshan said bluntly, "You don't want to be engaged to Ling Yan? Fine, I won't force you. You still have many choices. Who do you want to choose? The daughter of the Zhao family, or the Tang family, or even the Fu family, who is only six years older than you."
The girls he listed were all from aristocratic families.
There was no point in continuing the conversation. Xu Yanfeng said, "I will only marry the person I want to marry. It's late, you should go to bed."
After saying that, he got up and went upstairs.
A crisp sound came from behind him. It was unknown whether Xu Guanshan smashed the teacup or the teapot. Xu Yanfeng did not look back.
*
Because of Xu Yanfeng's phone call, Xia Xi couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in bed for a while, then got up in a panic and looked downstairs. The car under the street light had already driven away.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't wait there for her to go down to see him like he did last time.
Xia Xi opened the door and walked out. There was no light in the living room. She stumbled, turned on the flashlight on her cell phone, walked towards the room where her grandmother lived, and gently turned the door lock.
After my grandmother passed away, no one in the family opened the door for fear of being reminded of the past.
Xia Xi turned on the light switch on the wall. The furnishings in the room remained the same as before, and the dark brown lambswool vest that grandma often wore was draped at the end of the bed.
After taking a quick look around, Xia Xi sat down beside the bed, bent slightly and opened the drawer of the bedside table. Inside were the books that her grandmother read and a sewing box.
There was a light brown envelope under the sewing box. Xia Xi's eyes froze. He pulled out the envelope and looked at the front and back. There was no writing left.
Xia Xi opened it and pulled out two folded pages of paper. She unfolded them and saw her grandmother's handwriting on them. It wasn't very pretty, but she wrote it very hard, and the back of the paper had a raised feel.
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