Chapter 29

"As long as you agree, I will agree to marry you."

Qiao Nianwen had let go of Ou Lingling's hand at some point, and lowered his head humbly. His carefully groomed hair was a little messy, casting the upper half of his face in shadow.

Although he did not approve of his father's various behaviors, especially his malicious speculation about Ou Lingling, he had to admit that he was right about one thing, and he was indeed bewitched by her.

Otherwise, why would he want to ignore all obstacles and be with her yesterday, and now he is willing to sacrifice his marriage to help her realize her wish? He had finally refused this marriage, and was even locked up for a month because of it...

Ou Lingling, Ou Lingling, why are you so obsessed with this result? Have you really never considered our future?

His mind was full of thoughts, his eyes were slightly hot, Qiao Nianwen curled his lips in self-mockery, and gathered his thousands of distracting thoughts.

Then he realized that, apart from the nasal sound of doubt at the beginning, Miss Zhi had not made any movement. What was worse was that his neck began to ache.

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Song Zhiyi's computer was still down. Her mind told her that she just needed to refuse and laugh it off. But emotionally, out of humanitarianism, she really wanted to ask if she needed to call 120 for him.

Because he really looked like he needed to be hospitalized. A psychiatric hospital at that.

Song Zhiyi calmed himself down, glanced calmly at Wan Bohong who was looking around and Ou Lingling who looked unconvinced, then sneered and leaned back lazily.

This posture required her to raise her chin when talking to Qiao Nianwen. Although she was looking up, she still exuded a strong aggressiveness.

"Qiao Nianwen, right?"

"It's me." Qiao Nianwen responded with some difficulty. When he stood up, his handsome face twisted for a moment, but he quickly calmed down his expression and spoke with an elite demeanor, "I think my grandfather should have discussed marriage with you last month. Among the young men with wealth similar to yours in Anchuan City, it is probably difficult to find a suitable age match for you; and most of those who are suitable in age have not yet officially taken over the family business."

At this point, Qiao Nianwen smiled confidently and moved his shoulders silently: "I am the only son of the Qiao family, and my ability is also outstanding among my peers. Since the Zhi family lacks an excellent son-in-law, I think I am your best choice, right..."

"stop--"

Hard, the fist is hard. Dan knew that this person couldn't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth, but she didn't expect that he couldn't even spit out dog teeth. What a mess.

Song Zhiyi hurriedly stopped him from speaking to avoid his reputation being damaged for no reason.

Feeling exhausted, she glanced at the crowd of people who had wandered in from time to time. She said coldly, "The Qiao family's project in Haicheng has run into some problems. The funds are temporarily out of stock. Now the only hope is on me. You should know this, right?"

"...I know." If it weren't for this, the Qiao family wouldn't have been so respectful to a "Miss Zhi" who suddenly appeared and was always mysterious. Qiao Nianwen was used to having a smooth life, and his expression almost revealed a little resentment without disguising it.

Song Zhiyi didn't take the young master's mood seriously. She raised her voice slightly and said impatiently, "Since you know, who gave you the courage to say such things to me? Are you worthy of marrying me?"

The last three words were pronounced lightly, but were extremely insulting.

Qiao Nianwen felt a surge of anger rushing to his head, and he felt annoyed and embarrassed, his face flushed red. But the light in the garden was dim, so it was not obvious.

"Ms. Zhi," Ou Lingling didn't quite understand, but she could hear the sarcasm in the words, and immediately defended her, "Although I don't know who you are, but..."

"If you don't know the identity, just shut up."

A clear voice came from behind. The person who came was wearing a neatly tailored suit, with his shoulders straight. Although he was dressed very formally, he walked in a lazy manner. The silver mask on his face was inlaid with a cluster of feathers, which swayed slightly with his body movements.

"Who are you?" Qiao Nianwen looked at him, frowned slightly, as if trying to identify him, and extended his right hand politely.

"Can't you tell?" He shook her lightly, not stopping until he was stopped by Yu An. He smiled and said, "Of course I am Miss Zhi's adopted gigolo."

"..." Song Zhiyi was silent for a moment, and then he knocked twice with his hand on the table, signaling Yu An to let the person in.

The smile on the visitor's lips deepened, making people want to lift his mask to see what kind of brilliance is in his eyes covered by the veil.

He walked to Song Zhiyi, took out a handkerchief from his chest pocket, and carefully wiped his right hand that had touched Qiao Nianwen. Then he stretched out his right hand to the person in front of him and kissed the back of her hand very gently.

His posture was clearly humble, but his temperament was hard to be underestimated. After kissing her hand, the man stood up and stood behind Song Zhiyi calmly. He also kicked the handkerchief on the ground away.

Qiao Nianwen's face became even more sour.

"Miss Zhi, I was impulsive just now, but marrying me will benefit you in every way, right? At least, I'm not like other people who would interfere with your raising of little pets." Qiao Nianwen hinted at something.

"Pfft..." The man who called himself a pretty boy couldn't help laughing. After being glared at by Song Zhiyi, he said nonchalantly, "I suddenly remembered something happy. Go on."

What are you talking about? Qiao Nianwen glanced at him unkindly and said nothing more. However, Ou Lingling could not stand the oppressive atmosphere. She looked at Song Zhiyi with a flash of jealousy in her eyes, which she did not hide very well.

She pulled Qiao Nianwen's sleeve implicitly and whispered, "Brother Awen, let's go first. We won't ask her for anything."

The pretty boy suddenly understood, and the sarcasm in his tone was so strong that it was hard to ignore: "Oh, so you came here with great fanfare and asked Miss Zhi to marry you in a 'gift' tone, just to ask for favors? Is this the Qiao family's... special way of asking for favors?"

"Sorry, I was rude." Qiao Nianwen's forehead was throbbing. He suppressed his anger and apologized word by word. He turned around and pulled Ou Lingling up, "Let's go."

After turning his back, his face completely sank, not only because he had lost face in front of his sweetheart.

Although he successfully resisted the pressure from his grandfather and father a month ago and refused to pursue Miss Zhi and marry her, he never doubted the possibility of being rejected by Miss Zhi. After all, he was Qiao Nianwen, and the only one who could be on par with him in Anchuan City was Liu Qifan.

Fortunately, Song Zhiyi can't read minds, otherwise if she knew this psychological activity, she might directly give up the idea of ​​supporting the Qiao family to check and balance the Liu family. But now this idea has faded a lot.

After the three troublesome people left, Yu An glanced back subconsciously, and then his eyebrows twitched, and he couldn't bear to look directly at them and said, "Miss Zhi, who is this gentleman?"

"I'm asking you." Song Zhiyi picked up a slice of orange with the orange fiber torn cleanly, put it in his mouth, and threw the question back as if nothing had happened.

"Didn't I tell you?" The man carefully placed a peeled orange slice on the plate in front of Song Zhiyi, his eyes curled up like a fox, "I'm Miss Zhi's pretty boy."

“…”

Yu An turned his head back silently, determined not to look at her again.

Song Zhiyi also showed a headache and whispered, "Still playing? Did Xiaoyu ask you to do it?"

The man replied calmly, "That's about right. I heard what you said yesterday, so I went back and looked it up. I just happened to find the invitation letter, so I came along."

After all, he was Chen Yuning's nephew, so Song Zhiyi was not surprised that he got the invitation. Seeing that he was about to reach out for the orange, she stopped him and said, "Okay, don't peel it. This orange tastes so-so."

Qi Nanfeng paused his hand in the air and took out two tissues to wipe his hands: "How did you recognize me?"

He had obviously changed his voice and his body language on purpose.

"I'm just wearing a mask, how can it be hard to recognize me?" Song Zhiyi said vaguely, "Rather than that, I'm more curious about how you recognized me?"

Qi Nanfeng glanced at Yu An and said mysteriously, "It's a secret."

Song Zhiyi understood that Yu An was, after all, a soldier, and it was difficult for him to hide his integrity, so the effect of his disguise was indeed not as good as his own.

"Why didn't you just say he was my friend? Why did you have to say he was..."

"ah!"

The sudden female scream startled Song Zhiyi so much that she forgot what she wanted to say.

"What happened up front?"

"A middle-aged woman suddenly appeared, bringing a few people and kidnapping Ou Lingling and Wan Bohong." Yu An tensed up like an arrow ready to be shot.

"Kidnapped?"

Song Zhiyi stood up and looked over the bank. Although the front was in chaos, passers-by consciously stayed away from the center of the chaos. Therefore, she could see the face of the middle-aged woman without much effort.

Qiao Nianwen's biological mother, Hong Siyin.

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"Mom, why did you tie Lingling up?"

Qiao Nianwen chased after Hong Siyin and questioned loudly.

Snap——

A slap hit his face hard, and Qiao Nianwen said in disbelief: "You hit me?"

"I'm going to hit you!" Hong Siyin's delicate bun was a little messy, and it was obvious that she came in a hurry. "Did you bring Wan Bohong and Ou Lingling here?"

Qiao Nianwen covered his face and said angrily, "It's me, what's wrong?"

"You still dare to ask what's wrong?" Hong Siyin raised her hand high again, looking at her son's unconvinced expression, and finally did not lower it, "Since you know his identity, why did you bring him back? Your father likes that little slut so much, you brought back the bastard born by the little slut, have you ever thought about what will happen?!"

Qiao Nianwen still lowered his head: "Don't worry about it, I know what's going on."

"Do you know what's going on? I think you're just like your father, blinded by those little sluts out there!" Hong Siyin took a deep breath and said, "You brought them back because of that girl called Ou Lingling, right?"

Qiao Nianwen didn't refute it, which was considered as tacit agreement: "Lingling is a good girl. She just wants to know her life experience. I can't help her."

"You like her? But I heard that girl's background...it seems that you two can't be together."

"...It's not important to me." He thought about it and realized that as long as Lingling agreed, they could be husband and wife in private.

"Okay, it doesn't matter." Hong Siyin laughed in anger, "Doesn't that girl named Ou Lingling want to know her own life experience? I can help her, and even let you two be together smoothly and openly. But I want you to promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" Qiao Nianwen asked impatiently, but soon he seemed to lose his temper, "She and I are destined not to be able to have a legitimate relationship, so let's just forget it."

He and Ou Lingling were destined not to have children, and he couldn't let Ou Lingling bear the worldly malice.

"I never thought that I could give birth to such an infatuated lover." Hong Siyin said sarcastically, "Don't worry, what I want you to do is very simple, and it won't do you any harm. I just want you to completely control the Qiao family and don't let that little bastard get involved!"

"As for you and the girl named Ou Lingling, of course you can be together, because..." Hong Siyin stepped forward, pulled his arm so that he was forced to bend over, and whispered in his ear:

"Because you are not Qiao Liangze's child at all."