Beijing Marriage Entanglement

Shen Yu shook the cardboard bag in his hand.

"I didn't have any pants to wear, so I had them brought over."

He suddenly became very curious: since she and Song Qinghui could break up so easily, would she be delighted or shocked by his sudden marriage proposal?

His large feet landed on the light apricot-colored floor, approaching her step by step.

He bent down and tilted his head to look at her.

"When you thought I was gone, were you happy, disappointed, or relieved?"

Lu Xingci's previous impression of Shen Yu was that he was an uneducated second-generation rich kid who did nothing but eat, drink and have fun all day long.

However, after these few encounters, Lu Xingci suddenly realized that she had a deep misunderstanding of Shen Yu.

At least he wasn't as naive and useless as he seemed.

Even when he's serious, there's a kind of domineering and oppressive feeling about him.

Even now, though he is laughing and his tone is nonchalant, Lu Xingci feels a chill in his heart.

She straightened up, pushed Shen Yu away, and walked barefoot toward the dressing room.

"I'm ignoring what you just said. Change your clothes and hurry up, I need to go to work."

There is only a curtain between the walk-in closet and the bedroom.

Lu Xingci usually lives alone, so the curtains are practically useless.

At this moment, she pulled down the curtain and stood in the dressing room listening to the sounds outside for a while.

Only when she heard no approaching footsteps did she feel relieved and quickly took out her clothes from the dressing room to change.

When Lu Xingci came out of the dressing room, Shen Yu was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He crossed his long legs, his palm resting on the coffee table, beneath which was a square blue velvet gift box.

Seeing her come out, Shen Yu stood up and handed her the gift box.

"For you."

"What is this?"

Shen Yu raised an eyebrow. "Shall we open it and take a look?"

Lu Xingci took the box and opened it.

Inside is a simple pair of wedding rings, with eleven diamonds set in the band, refracting sunlight into a rainbow of colors.

"What do you mean?"

"I've said it before, you should seriously consider becoming my Mrs. Shen."

Lu Xingci parted her red lips slightly, but before she could speak, Shen Yu reached out his hand first.

He placed his index finger on Lu Xingci's lips, shook his head gently, and spoke in a seductive voice.

"Don't rush to reject it; you'll need this marriage."

After saying that, ignoring Lu Xingci's idiotic look, Shen Yu turned around, humming a little tune as he went out the door.

"Call me if you need anything. As your husband, I'll be there whenever you call."

He turned around, gave Lu Xing a gentlemanly farewell, then smiled brightly and closed the door.

"Neuropathy!"

Lu Xingci cursed under his breath, put the ring in his bag, and planned to chase after Shen Yu to return it.

She had no interest in playing the whirlwind marriage game that only appeared in short dramas with Shen Yu.

But before she could even step out of the door, Xiao Jinglan called.

During the three years that Xiao Jinglan was with Song Qinghui, he called her a total of five times.

The first time was after Song Qinghui took her home.

In public, she put on a kind and friendly demeanor, inviting her to visit often and even giving her a bracelet.

Afterwards, she called Lu Xingci to warn him to know his place and not to dream of climbing the social ladder.

The second time was late at night when Song Qinghui and she were on a business trip together.

Xiao Jinglan called Lu Xingci and inexplicably scolded her.

At the time, Lu Xingci didn't understand, and it took him a long time to realize it.

It was the dead of night, and they were afraid that something might happen between her and Song Qinghui.

So I deliberately called in the middle of the night to ruin the atmosphere and mood.

The next three times, she basically scolded Lu Xingci for being delusional and told her not to think about marrying into a wealthy family.

Previously, Lu Xingci had been very tolerant of Xiao Jinglan, out of consideration for Song Qinghui.

Now that we've broken up, there's no need to spoil him anymore.

She answered the phone, her tone impatient.

"What is it?"

Xiao Jinglan was taken aback at first, and then reprimanded him.

"What an ill-mannered child! How can you talk to your elders like that?"

As expected, they come from a humble background and are not presentable; they lack even basic manners.

I don't know what kind of spell you cast on Ah Hui to make her fall for you.

Lu Xingci stepped into the elevator and sneered upon hearing this.

"It's his good fortune to be with me."

Without me, JL's financial statements wouldn't look so good all these years.

Besides, manners and etiquette depend on who you're talking to.

What do you mean by that?!

"Lu Xingci, who gave you the audacity to speak to me like that!"

Xiao Jinglan roared into the receiver.

Lu Xingci frowned and moved the phone further away, but he could still hear Xiao Jinglan's angry curses.

They belittled her character, upbringing, appearance, and temperament, making her seem utterly worthless.

Lu Xingci couldn't hold back either, and he launched into a tirade against Xiao Jinglan's hypocrisy and two-facedness.

"Since you can't live without your son, why do you let him go out?"

You can just chain him up, then you won't need to keep a guard dog, and you'll save some money.

You don't need to live in constant fear, worried that he'll be seduced by another woman.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xingci saw the black sedan not far away.

She recognized the license plate; it belonged to Song Qinghui.

Although he didn't want to see Song Qinghui, a dark thought rose in Lu Xingci's heart at this moment.

Didn't Song Qinghui always say how kind and gentle his mother was, how difficult her life was, and that she was the best mother in the world?

She wanted to see what kind of expression Song Qinghui would have if he heard his mother scolding him.

Lu Xingci held his phone, listening to Xiao Jinglan's furious cursing on the other end, walked to the driver's seat, and knocked on the window.

The car window rolled down, and Song Qinghui wearily raised his eyes to look at her.

"Who are you talking to? I tried calling you earlier but the line was always busy."

The moment Song Qinghui spoke, Xiao Jinglan on the other end of the line went silent.

Lu Xingci waved his phone.

"Your mom is calling me, do you want to listen?"

She turned on speakerphone, but the next second, Xiao Jinglan hung up the phone.

Song Qinghui's expression was not good.

Just now, he thought he heard his mother's voice.

She was cursing Lu Xingci, saying he was born of a mother but raised by one, and her words were extremely vulgar.

Although her mother disliked Lu Xingci, she only cared about her ordinary background.

There is absolutely no possibility of such a personal attack.

Moreover, given her temperament and upbringing, how could she possibly utter such shrewish and vulgar language?

So that phone call just now must have been staged by Lu Xingci for his own benefit.

Lu Xingci shrugged.

"It seems that Aunt Song doesn't really want to talk to you on the phone."

Upon hearing this, Song Qinghui's face turned extremely grim.

"Lu Xingci, you have disappointed me greatly!"

What did my mom do to offend you that you would throw dirty water at her like this?

Don't you feel guilty treating an elderly person like that?

Lu Xingci stared wide-eyed at Song Qinghui, then smiled.

"Song Qinghui, are you... are you deaf or blind? Did I throw dirty water on you?"

If you don't believe me, I can call you back right now in front of you, so you won't feel like I've wronged your kind and understanding mother!