Chapter 37: Insufficient betrothal gift, breaking off the engagement on the same day

"Ah?" Chu Sangning looked at him angrily, picking his fingers awkwardly, and lowered his head in shame to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

After all this time, it turned out that Jiang Xingyan had nothing wrong with his body. But I had been making tonic soup for him for several weeks, which made him bleed from the nose all day long.

Chu Sangning felt her toes were digging hard. She took a deep breath and said weakly, "I'm sorry, I, I misunderstood."

"I'm really sorry." She bowed, feeling very embarrassed.

Jiang Xingyan's voice was extremely low, and he stared straight into Chu Sangning's eyes, "You don't have to say sorry, you know how I feel."

Chu Sangning didn't want to listen, but couldn't stand Jiang Xingyan speaking too fast. After hearing this, Chu Sangning closed her eyes and stood quietly for several minutes without saying a word.

His voice was hoarse and firm, with a strong magnetism. He walked in front of Chu Sangning and said word by word: "It might be the first time I met you. Your small body rushed towards me. Although you were not as tall as me, you bravely rushed to the front."

"It could also be because of the daily interactions we had. I don't believe in love at first sight, but the day I met you, I realized that all my previous words seemed so stupid. Chu Sangning, I like you."

"I hope you can give me a chance to pursue you."

Chu Sangning could feel the sincerity of the man in front of her, and couldn't help biting her lip and taking a step back: "But I won't live here forever. Even if I agree, my dad won't agree."

Jiang Xingyan understood what Chu Sangning meant, and happily stepped forward to hold her hand, "I know, I won't let you stay here forever."

"You can follow the army. Yes, I will definitely be promoted after I recover from my leg injury, and I will be qualified to follow the army."

"Sang Ning, you don't have to rush to reply to me. You can think about it for a while."

Jiang Xingyan has a well-proportioned figure and a straight waist. His eyes are as bright as stars on his slightly indifferent face, and he can hardly hide the joy on his face.

Who doesn't love a handsome guy? Chu Sangning, a beauty-obsessed man, had long been immersed in Jiang Xingyan's beauty and couldn't extricate herself from it. She followed him back in a daze.

Lin Xiuzhi couldn't bear to see the silly smile on her son's face. Oh, what a silly son she had.

She already knew something in her mind and was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. She was afraid that Brother Yan had told Sang Ning about it.

It's all right to say it out loud. She is old now and will not interfere in her children's affairs. She and her husband had originally planned for their son to be alone for the rest of his life, but who would have thought that their son would be so successful.

At the dinner table, Jiang Xingyan was holding his head and grinning foolishly. Seeing his son like this, Jiang's father couldn't help but cough and said, "Ahem, Xingyan, eat."

"Okay, let's eat." He started to giggle after taking two bites, which made Jiang Pan'an a little worried. After eating, he climbed onto the chair, stretched out his chubby little hands and put them on Jiang Xingyan's forehead.

He said seriously, "Uncle, do you have a fever?"

Jiang Xingyan picked up Jiang Panan with one hand and strode into the yard, intending to settle the score later. If it weren't for his nonsense, he would have chased after Sang Ning long ago.

"Pan'an, your uncle will teach you how to squat to strengthen your body. Come on."

Jiang Xingyan secretly began to take revenge on his nephew by forcing him to squat in a horse stance in the yard. Within two minutes, his legs were shaking as if they were equipped with springs.

Jiang Pan'an cried with a tearful face, wailing, "Grandma, save me, Grandma, please come quickly, my uncle is torturing me."

Lin Xiuzhi came out and found her grandson squatting in the yard in a very serious manner. She scolded him angrily, "You little brat, what are you doing calling Pan An?"

Jiang Xingyan said seriously, "Mom, I'm training Pan'an. He's weak, so squatting is good for his health."

"Okay, stop biting me here." Lin Xiuzhi turned around and went back to the house without caring: "Be careful, don't let Pan An get hurt."

"I know. I have a plan in mind." No one in the family came to rescue Jiang Pan'an, so Jiang Xingyan caught him and tortured him for the entire afternoon.

Squatting in horse stance and practicing martial arts boxing made Jiang Panan so tired that he fell asleep immediately that night.

Soon it was time for Zhao Jiayun and Luo Yiping to get married. As the two of them were hugging each other at the time, most people in the village could see it clearly.

In order to avoid gossip, the date had to be moved forward, and Mrs. Luo's arrangements were pretty good.

However, on this happy day, when it was almost noon and the villagers came over with gifts to eat, the bride just wanted to stay together and made a huge fuss at home.

Zhao Jiayun, wearing a red dress and newly bought leather shoes, looked at the betrothal gifts on the ground and shouted unconvincedly: "Why is it just this little?"

Luo Yiping replied in a muffled voice: "Like everyone else in the village, the bride price given by the man is ten kilograms of miscellaneous grains, five kilograms of fine grains, and a new red quilt."

Zhao Jiayun looked at the red quilt on the ground with disdain and kicked it aside. "I am an educated youth, and this is all they can give me."

Not to mention anything else, just from what Zhao Jiayun knew, when Jiang family's eldest daughter-in-law Pan Wenlan married into the Jiang family, the betrothal gift was even more than this.

"What's wrong with the educated youth? I've been taking care of it for several days. It's time. Hurry up. Someone should be coming outside."

Old Mrs. Luo spoke nonchalantly. If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Jiayun's parents sent her a dowry by mail, she would have been reluctant to give out the betrothal gifts.

They are not a wealthy family, and the dowry is more than enough to marry a wife.

"No, if that's the case, then we won't get married. Anyway, we haven't got the marriage certificate yet, so it doesn't count." Zhao Jiayun was so angry that his teeth itched. When he heard Mrs. Luo's excuse, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

It's all nonsense to say that nothing can be taken out. Luo Yiping said that he could even take out the sewing machine, but what he had was only a few pounds of food and an ugly quilt.

"A sewing machine. I want a sewing machine, too."

When Luo Yiping heard the word "sewing machine", his expression changed instantly, "You eavesdropped on me."

At this point, Zhao Jiayun no longer wanted to pretend to be gentle and considerate. The days when she imitated Chu Sangning's dressing style and tone of voice were the days she hated the most. She was so disgusted that she couldn't sleep.

He folded his arms and sneered: "Eavesdropping? I didn't, it's just that you were talking too loudly and I happened to overhear."

"Do you want to get married or not?" Luo Yiping asked calmly with a frown on his face, without any emotion in his words.

"The betrothal gift must be the same as you said last time, otherwise I won't agree." Zhao Jiayun said bluntly.

Old Mrs. Luo was so angry that she was shaking. She said angrily, "You still want a sewing machine, why don't you want the moon in the sky?"

"Son, you can't agree to this."

Luo Yiping turned around and said disappointedly: "There is no sewing machine. If you don't want to get married, that's fine. If you want to call the police, that's fine too. It's up to you." After he said that, he slammed the door and left.