Doting on the Immortal: Princess Xiaoyao

Chapter 12 I Will Not Marry 2
In the yard, Yang Yuehong was resting on the wicker chair in the middle of the yard enjoying the coolness, while Qian Mingyu was sitting beside her, gnawing pear juice with plow juice all over her face.

"Mother, do you really plan to let the bitch marry that old man, Rich Wang?"

Yang Yuehong snorted coldly, squinted her eyes and said: "The rich man married her, it's cheaper for this little bitch! When you arrive at the Wang family, you can enjoy endless glory and wealth! At that time, the betrothal gifts sent by the Wang family were comparable to Qianrong's That useless thing will be used for half a lifetime. When the time comes, it will be kept as a dowry for you."

"Mother!" Qian Mingyu blushed shyly, covered her eyes and said, "Mingyu wants to marry someone who is worthy of Mingyu, both handsome and talented. Isn't that right, mother?"

Yang Yuehong nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, my family Mingyu is so beautiful, and it will be my life to be a first-class wife in the future! At that time, I will also enjoy the blessing."

Thinking of the fact that there was no shadow at all, the two of them were so happy that their jaws trembled wildly.

"Boom."

The movement at the door caught the attention of two people. Looking at the door, Qian Shangxian angrily threw the vegetable basket in his hand on the ground.

"Who said I'm going to marry the rich man?"

Yang Yuehong cast her a glance, then lay back on the rattan chair, closed her eyes comfortably: "Ask your own father."

Qian Shangxian's gaze caught sight of the pole at the base of the wall, and knowing that Qianrong didn't go to the street today, he strode over there, and just a few steps later, Qianrong came out of the house.

"I said it." Qianrong said, "You are not too young anymore, being able to marry Mr. Wang is the blessing you have cultivated in countless lifetimes, and you are not happy?"

Qian Shangxian gritted her teeth and stomped her feet anxiously: "Father, I am your daughter, how could you marry me to that old man who stepped into the coffin with half a foot!"

"Okay." Qianrong interrupted Qian Shangxian impatiently, and then walked out with a scroll in his hand, "You stay at home obediently, and you are not allowed to go. Since ancient times, children's marriages have been done by parents. According to the words of the matchmaker, as long as the Wang family nods, you will be married!"

"father!"

"Go back to the house!"

Qian Shangxian looked at the indifferent Qianrong annoyed and anxiously, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Yang Yuehong and Qian Mingyu gloating.

Gritting her teeth, Qian Shangxian sneered and said, "I know, you all want to kick me out of the house as soon as possible. Let me tell you, the promise I made for so many years has come to an end. I won't marry that Old man! If you want to marry, you marry!"

Qianrong stretched out his hand and slapped him, looking at Qian Shangxian who was covering his face, and cursed with red eyes, "Useless thing! The family has fed and clothed you for so many years, look what good things you have done? Let me tell you, I have finalized this marriage! You have to marry if you marry, or you have to marry if you don’t! Mingyu, shut her up in my room, and no one is allowed to open the door for her!"

"I don't..." Before Qian Shangxian could say a word, Qian Mingyu grabbed his arm forcefully, "Let me go!"

Qian Shangxian's small body was in front of Qian Mingyu, and it was a thankless effort to resist. Qian Mingyu supported her and got her into the room easily.

"I won't marry, and I won't marry even if I'm killed!"

Qian Mingyu smiled: "You should marry, just you, I don't know if Mr. Wang can take a fancy to you. What's more, you are crazy, and you can only implicate us in our family. Our family has been raped by you all these years. Is it not enough to drag you down? You just stay calm. "

(End of this chapter)