Lian Qingyang tried to think hard and said, "Didn’t you say you wanted to match Jin Yan and Xu Zhi together?"
Sothing felt off.
Tang Yue rolled her eyes at him and retorted, "I even said you and Jin Yan should get together, so why didn’t you two match up?"
"But..."
Lian Qingyang wanted to refute, but on second thought, she was right. He pinched his throat and imitated Yang Na’s voice, "I think Xu Zhi is great, very considerate to Jin Yan. Sister Xiao Yue, we want to find a husband like that in the future. Doesn’t have to be very powerful, just needs to be a good person, and we’re satisfied!"
"You also said we’d soon be attending Jin Yan’s wedding feast." Lian Qingyang added.
Tang Yue raised a sweet smile, her bright eyes looking at her, and said, "That was them saying Xu Zhi is good. Xiao Yan is Xu Zhi’s sister, so of course Yong i and the others would praise Xu Zhi."
"So, who is Jin Yan going to marry?" Lian Qingyang furrowed his brows as he looked at Tang Yue’s bright smile. He felt sothing wasn’t right but couldn’t figure out what.
"I don’t know." Tang Yue shrugged off the question and went about her business.
Lian Qingyang trailed behind Tang Yue, persistently pestering her, but Tang Yue wouldn’t give in. Feeling wronged, he said, "Sis, you don’t care about at all anymore."
"If you want to know whether Xiao Yan is married or not, why don’t you just ask her yourself?" Tang Yue’s head throbbed from Lian Qingyang’s questioning. She never knew Lian Qingyang could be so persistent.
"Sis, I’m your real brother. Can’t you give a hint?" Lian Qingyang looked at her eagerly.
Tang Yue gave him a sideways glance and asked, "Why do you insist on knowing who Xiao Yan is going to marry?"
"It’s important to ." Lian Qingyang said like this.
Tang Yue pressed, "Tell the reason, and I’ll decide whether to tell you or not."
Lian Qingyang hesitated for a mont.
"What is it?" Tang Yue crossed her arms and said, "You just said I’m your real sister, and you’re my real brother. Now that sothing is up, you won’t tell ?"
"I..."
Lian Qingyang felt a bit embarrassed. He had once sworn that he’d never like Jin Yan, and now he was supposed to admit it.
"What’s going on, just say it." Tang Yue opened her eyes wide, blinking at Lian Qingyang. She had a premonition that Lian Qingyang had finally realized his true feelings. How could she miss such a mont?
Hmm, it’d be great to get a cara to capture this.
Thinking this, Tang Yue looked at Lian Qingyang with anticipation.
"I..." Lian Qingyang’s face slowly turned red, unable to utter a word for a long ti until Tang Yue got impatient, saying, "If you don’t say it, I’m going to work."
Tang Yue pretended to leave, but her eyes kept watching Lian Qingyang.
"I want to marry her." Lian Qingyang closed his eyes and blurted out.
Tang Yue spun around excitedly, looking at Lian Qingyang with an excited face, asking, "What did you just say?"
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Lian Qingyang, so happy that she felt like bursting into flowers. She couldn’t wait to buy ten thousand firecrackers to set off. Her silly brother finally got it.
"I want to marry Jin Yan."
Now that he’d said it, the rest was easier. He kept telling himself that this was his real sister, nothing he couldn’t say. He continued, "Didn’t you always want to bring her ho? Mom seems to like her too. Look, you’re my real sister, shouldn’t you help ?"
Lian Qingyang looked at Tang Yue with thick skin, his dark eyes full of expectation.
"Didn’t soone say they didn’t like her?" Tang Yue pretended not to understand and asked.
’Slap’
Lian Qingyang felt like there were invisible slaps hitting his face in the air.
"Xiao Yan..." Tang Yue stretched her tone, seeing Lian Qingyang’s embarrassnt, slowly focusing his vision on her words. She said, "Grandpa Jin returned from a business trip and found Xiao Yan a potential match, soone from Su City. Except for being a bit older, everything else is good. Xiao Yan is considering."
"Being older is the biggest flaw!"
Lian Qingyang thought the age difference Tang Yue ntioned was ten or twenty years, and he said angrily, "No way, how can Grandpa Jin sell his granddaughter? Jin Yan definitely won’t like a nasty old man!"
After saying that, Lian Qingyang turned and ran.
Tang Yue was dumbstruck. She had only hinted slightly about the age difference, and how was it suddenly linked to a nasty old man?
No way, she had to go see for herself.
Tang Yue thought for a mont and went back ho to grab a video cara. This was Lian Qingyang’s equipnt; he loved filming and taking pictures of important monts, so the house was never short on photos.
The cara was quite heavy, and Tang Yue struggled to carry it alone. Luckily, Wu Xin returned just in ti and took the cara, running off with Tang Yue.
Jin Yan was at ho today, so Lian Qingyang had surely gone to the Jin’s house. Tang Yue followed all the way and, as expected, saw Lian Qingyang and Jin Yan standing at the door of the Jin’s house.
"Quick, set it up."
Tang Yue turned on the cara, adjusted the angle, and had Wu Xin drive the car a bit closer. Tang Yue zood the lens in. Lian Qingyang and Jin Yan stood facing each other in the cara, looking quite like leads in a TV drama, making a beautiful picture.
"What a pity, the sound is too soft." Tang Yue lanted as she watched through the lens.
"Lian Xiaoyang, are you trying to tear down my house?" Jin Yan recalled the scene where her door was almost taken down by Lian Qingyang, and a rush of anger surged in her heart. Perhaps it was because she had decided to let go that Jin Yan no longer concealed her straightforward nature before Lian Qingyang.
"I have sothing to tell you. Do you have guests over?" Lian Qingyang had just peeked from the yard and saw that the Jin house seed crowded.
"Good that you know, so say it quickly," Jin Yan urged. Perhaps she felt utterly disappointed, so when Lian Qingyang ca to her for a talk, Jin Yan never expected to hear anything nice from him.
Lian Qingyang was already panicked, and seeing Jin Yan like this made him more anxious. He rushed forward and grabbed her hand.
"What are you doing?"
Jin Yan was surprised, his hand was large and powerful, tightly gripping her hand. As she looked up, she t his deep, dark eyes.
"Jin Yan, you can’t marry a nasty old man; you are still young. You can’t sell yourself just for money!" Lian Qingyang intended to confess, but the words turned into this when they ca out.
Jin Yan looked at Lian Qingyang in shock.
Who said she was going to marry a nasty old man?
And when did she sell herself for money?
The Jin family wasn’t overflowing with wealth, but they weren’t poor enough to sell her, were they?
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