Do you want to marry her?
Qiao Ying's breathing became erratic, and her beautiful clear eyes were filled with panic.
[Madam, I have no plans to get married now. My sister’s engagement party has not been held yet. Isn’t it a bit early to talk about this now? 】
"After all, you are the daughter of the Qiao family. A disability is enough to lower your price. If you work in that kind of situation all day long, it will be shameful for the Qiao family to be exposed? Which young man in Beicheng will like you in the future? "
Tang Shulan looked disgusted, took out a check from the table and threw it at her.
"Here is two hundred thousand, use it to buy some decent clothes."
The Qiao family can be considered a wealthy family. Qiao Ruoan can buy a skirt for six figures, and the money given to her is nothing more than charity.
The emotions in Qiao Ying's eyes flickered. This two hundred thousand was not a small amount to her. She could put down her pride and pick up Yu Chengjin's one hundred yuan. There was no reason not to pick up this full two hundred thousand.
There was no deep emotional change on her face. She knelt down and picked up the check, raised a smile and gestured at Tang Shulan.
[Thank you, madam. 】
Tang Shulan looked at Qiao Ying's charming face, which was exactly the same as her mother's, calmed her mind, waved her hand and said, "It's nothing, you can go back and rest."
Qiao Ying's pretty face was flawless under the soft light. She bowed gratefully towards her and walked out of the living room.
Behind him, Tang Shulan's sharp and mean voice sounded.
"She has a slut face like her mother, a bitch who can't live without a man."
"That woman died long ago out of sheer retribution. Mom, please don't look down on this little bitch. We have to help her arrange a marriage. A mute like her is only worthy of marrying a fool."
Qiao Ying bit her lip, her nails digging into her flesh, and the wet mist blurred her vision.
After a moment, she quietly raised her feet and walked to the second floor of her residence.
Noon the next day.
Qiao Ying was called to the main hall for dinner. She always felt that the motive was not good, so she followed the servant with her heart in mind before she even stepped onto the steps.
Qiao Ruoan's soft and coquettish voice came out.
"Ajin, do we really have to wait until next month for our engagement party? It's just an engagement, there's no need to delay it for so long."
When Qiao Ying heard the man's name, her scalp felt numb, and she resisted the urge to turn around and run away.
The man's low and lazy voice made it impossible to hear the authenticity.
"You hate getting married so much? Ms. Han asked someone to check the date. It must be that day."
Qiao Ruoan quickly explained, "Since Aunt Rong thinks it's good, it must be excellent. It doesn't matter if I wait a little longer."
The servant turned around and frowned when he saw Qiao Ying's dazed look.
"Miss Ying, what are you thinking about?"
Qiao Ying's heart beat heavily for a second, her twinkling apricot eyes slightly curved, and she walked into the living room with a heavy heart.
Facing the two of them, he hurriedly bowed down respectfully, keeping his eyes level and not daring to look around.
Tang Shulan walked out of the kitchen just in time, with a smile in her eyes and a kind and gentle look.
"Xiao Ying, A Jin mentioned before that the sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice and lotus root you made last time was pretty good. It's rare that he has time to come over. Do you have time to cook?"
As long as she is not in the same space as Yu Chengjin, she can do whatever she wants.
Qiao Ying wholeheartedly agreed, tapping her feet quickly, and dove into the kitchen.
The chef of the Qiao family is an uncle in his fifties, and he treats her very well. When she was alone in the past, she always liked to go into the kitchen. Over time, she learned a lot of skills from the uncle, and the taste was quite good.
When the last dish was left, the uncle received a video call from his grandson. Qiao Ying pushed the embarrassed uncle and asked him to go out to rest, saying that she could handle it.
In the huge kitchen, the only sound left was the working sound of the range hood.
Qiao Ying wore an apron and held the spatula carefully.
A big hand behind her suddenly wrapped around her slender waist, and then the familiar cold agarwood drifted into her nose. Qiao Ying's back stiffened, and she lowered her eyes to see the prominent veins on the back of her hand, and her long and slender fingers, revealing a trace of astringency.
"Avoid me? Huh?"
