Old man Yang looked at Xia Lingge in surprise, wondering why she could be so calm.
Wen Youliang rolled the ball, leaned on the back of his chair and said casually, "The substitute bride has run away. As the head of the Wen family, I am not allowed to come and take her back."
Before Xia Lingge opened her mouth to answer, Old Yang said eagerly: "It's good to get married! It's good to get married! Being able to marry Young Master Wen, even if it's just a concubine, is a blessing she earned in her previous life!"
Wen Youliang shook his head and chuckled: "It's not me."
Old Man Yang was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and continued to compliment: "That, that is also the merit she accumulated in her previous life. As long as she can contribute to the young master, you can use her as much as you want."
Wen Youliang didn't speak, he just glanced at Xia Lingge. Xia Lingge didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that there was a hint of provocation in Wen Youliang's gentle eyes, as if he was saying, "What can you do even if you escape from the Wen family?" No matter what, in the end, I won't be sent back again.'
Xia Lingge ignored him, turned to look at Old Man Yang and said indifferently: "Since getting married is a blessing, then I will give this blessing to you. Take it, no thanks."
Old man Yang blew his beard and stared at him: "You! Unfilial daughter, why are you talking to your father!"
Xia Lingge said softly: "I won't get married anyway. The eldest young master can kill me now."
Her eyes fell straight on Wen Youliang.
Wen Youliang was stunned when he heard this, and then he shook his head meekly: "No, I won't kill you. Now everyone in the Wen family knows that I came out to find you. If you die now, won't you also implicate me?"
Xia Lingge tilted her head: "So, you prefer that the Second Young Mistress kills me, right?"
Wen Youliang was a little surprised when he heard her speculation, "Did Wen Yumo analyze it for you? No, he is paralyzed in bed now, let alone open his mouth. Even breathing needs charity from He Luo to survive, so... this is what you think of?"
"is it wrong?"
"That's right."
Wen Youliang laughed softly: "He Luo's mother's family has some involvement with the warlord. You have to know that it's not something that can be checked and balanced by money and power alone. That's why Wen Yumo dared to be so arrogant, and dad had to deal with that cheap couple. Mother and son should be more considerate."
"But I know that from beginning to end, my most perfect choice for the head of the family has always been me."
The smile on his face was more sincere: "And how could I let him down? The Yao family is not someone to be trifled with. If they knew that the daughter-in-law they had chosen after so much hard work was tortured to death, I must ask for an explanation, and introduce the snipe and clam to fight, so that I, the fisherman, can make a safe profit."
Xia Lingge continued what he said: "So as long as the second young lady doesn't do it herself, the eldest young master plans to send me out to gain favor, right?"
Wen Youliang raised his eyebrows: "You have become smarter."
Xia Lingge sneered: "I won't get married. Unless you kill me today, I will shout that I am not Miss Wen's family when I get on the sedan chair tomorrow! By then, the Wen family's face will be disgraced, and the eldest young master may not be able to Get better."
Wen Youliang sighed pitifully: "I thought you were a little smart in being able to coax He Luo into obedience, but now it seems you are still far behind."
"I won't beat you, nor will I kill you. After all, you are the bride who is going to marry into the Yao family, but..." He turned his eyes to Old Yang, who tried to minimize his presence, and sneered, "Maybe your father doesn't So lucky.”
The person who suppressed Old Man Yang immediately pushed him to the ground, took out a round stick as thick as his arm and hit his spine hard.
"Ah! Ouch! Ahhhhh!"
Liao Huan's miserable screams sounded instantly.
Wen Youliang continued to spin the ball, and said to Old Man Yang with gentle eyes: "As long as you can persuade your daughter to marry into the Yao family, how about I let you go?"
The stick that hit him paused, and Old Man Yang pulled Xia Lingge's skirt with tears in his eyes: "Pan, Pan'er, it was dad's fault before, dad shouldn't treat you like that, but now they want to beat dad to death Ah! You can't ignore death! You have to save dad!"
Xia Lingge looked at him coldly and said nothing.
"Yang Pan'er!"
Old man Yang suddenly shouted in a sharp voice: "I am your father! Your biological father! Do you really want to watch them beat me to death? I should have strangled you to death when your mother gave birth to you, so as not to Now you have caused such a big trouble for me!"
Xia Lingge looked at his ferocious expression and suddenly felt a little funny, but she actually laughed.
The subtle candlelight made the figure flicker in and out, and the woman's laughter made the whole room even more eerie.
Wen Youliang stopped holding the ball: "Why are you laughing?"
"What's the point of just beating with sticks?" Xia Lingge's voice was clear. "Clamping sticks, burning with fire, peeling off skin, cramping, peeling off bones... Only by torturing people until they are crippled and miserable can I be heartbroken and agree to the eldest master's request." ah."
Her voice is gentle, but can make people's hair stand on end.
The ball in Wen Youliang's hand stopped moving and he stared at Xia Lingge.
When Old Man Yang looked at Xia Lingge's serious attitude and Wen Youliang's silent look, he mistakenly thought that he was thinking about Xia Lingge's proposal. His cloudy pupils were visibly dull, and he endured the pain and climbed to Xia Lingge's side. , holding her hand with a trembling voice: "Pan, Pan'er... No, An'er, An'er! Do you, do you hate me so much? I, I am your father, and what you said is not true. Right, you’re kidding, right?”
Xia Lingge looked into his eyes and smiled gently. Old Yang's eyebrows were raised with hope in his eyes, but the next second Xia Lingge shook off his hand without hesitation, "Young Master. She turned to Wen Youliang, "Are you really not going to try my proposal?"
Wen Youliang rolled the ball down with his fingertips, "Then... try it?"
The servants who suppressed Old Man Yang immediately clamped his arms and dragged him out like a dead dog.
"An'er! An'er! Yang Pan'er! You little bitch, you are exactly like your unworthy mother! I should have drowned you in the first place! Young Master, she has been unfaithful for a long time... ugh!"
The rest of the impotent rage was suppressed back in his throat.
Wen Youliang rolled the ball and leaned forward: "Could it be...that this was your plan, right? Lend me your hand to get rid of your abominable father. If this is true, then I really...can't bear to leave you." "
"Young master, it doesn't have to be like this."
Xia Lingge shook off the person who suppressed her, Shi Shiran, and stood up: "Those who dare to trade with their own sister's marriage don't need to say whether they are willing or unwilling to part with it."
Wen Youliang's eyebrows were still gentle, but the cold light in his eyes suddenly flickered: "What do you know?"
(End of chapter)
