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"I don't only rely on my family's hedonistic sons. I have a skill, and if I leave my family, I will be able to live a peaceful life." he said confidently, looking more handsome with his neat, thick eyebrows.

"If it was the beginning, I would have made money." As if swearing, he said, "I can be a man who stands on all fours, just like Uncle Qiao was when he was chasing after the people he loved. "Wait for me."

He looked at Qiao Ruochen, confessing her feelings in front of the Qiao family's elders.

What did he make her wait for? Propose marriage?

Qiao Ruo Chu lowered his head.

"I'll go upstairs first." she whispered, and turned away.

She staggered back into the room, her mind in such a mess that she couldn't make sense of it.

Gu Jun stared at her beautiful silhouette, his face suddenly turning red.

"Uncle Qiao, I …" He didn't dare to look at Qiao Qingya and Aunt Yu.

Qiao Qingya patted his shoulder. "I understand, I understand. Don't worry, I will do my daughter's work." With that, he gave Gu Jun an encouraging look.

Ku Jun was overjoyed and extremely grateful.

Someone had come to him from the West Hospital and told him that an emergency patient was in critical condition, so he took his leave and went back to the hospital.

"What do you think of the innocent gongzi?" After sending off Gu Jun, Qiao Qingya asked Aunt Yu.

"A young master of a wealthy family who is neither proud nor arrogant is a rare sight." said Aunt Yu.

She still wanted to say that there was nothing to pick on, and it would be even better if she didn't break away from her father. If she really married into the Gu family, it would be like falling into a blessed nest.

She only thought for a moment and did not say it.

"It's better if the marriage was predetermined, because the world is becoming more and more chaotic. If she had relied on me earlier, she would have been able to face her mother." Qiao Qingya grabbed a box of cigarettes on the tea table, lit one, and silently smoked.

It had been a long time since Auntie Yu had seen him smoking, so she kept the rest.

"Your lungs aren't good, stop smoking." she said softly.

"Ruo Ruo seems to be willing at first. It's not good to say it out in front of a girl." Auntie Yu said again.

Qiao Qingya subconsciously stared at her for a while before his eyes lit up.

He asked, "Jasmine, why don't you go and find out what your daughter is thinking?"

Aunt Yu understood and rose to go upstairs.

Qiao Ruoxi had not yet completely calmed down.

She pulled Auntie Yu along to sit on the three sofas of the sackcloth rack, her face stiff with lines.

"Ruo Chu, is he interested in the Innocent Prince?" Auntie Yu asked very directly.

Qiao Ruo Chu leaned over to Aunt Yu and said, "Aunt, I'm still studying. I still want to study outside … "Besides, most of our classmates are not engaged either."

Aunt Yu smiled and took her over, saying earnestly, "A girl will get married sooner or later. If you have the right person, you can book one long time ago. Continue studying and it won't affect you." This is the best of both worlds. "

"Aunt, I'll think about it." "No," she said.

Qiao Ruoxi's gaze drifted to the portrait of her mother on the wall. The person in the photo was smiling at her warmly. She was so gentle and kind that it made her heart ache.

Was her beloved man really Gu Jun?

After all, Auntie Yu and her were not her biological mother and daughter. This sort of delicate and precious matter was not easy to communicate with. Qiao Ruo wasn't willing to say so much at first.

"Alright, Xiu'er. After all, this is your life and death affair. Think about it carefully." Auntie Yu said helplessly.

She went downstairs and he sat alone for a while.

Somehow, she remembered that in a few days, it would be Fengyan's wedding. She hadn't been to the Qiao Family for a long time. Qiao Ruo had just changed into a pink cheongsam with a high collar and a thin, light-gray tweed dress. She wore it over a long windbreaker and was preparing to go to Feng Yan Er's house to take a look.

She was a little surprised to see her father sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette.

"Abba, I'm going to Sister Yan's house for a while." She greeted Qiao Qingya.

"Go. Be careful when you're on the road and come back early." Qiao Qingya threw away the cigarette in his hand and said calmly.

Qiao Ruo found Feng Yan Er's home in a dark alley within the city. She was teaching her younger brother and sister how to write. She was dressed in coarse clothes and her eyes were puffy, as if she had been crying.

It had been a long time since he last saw her. Qiao Ruo didn't know what had happened to her family, so she anxiously asked, "Big sister Yan Er, are you alright?"

The last time Qiao Ruo Chu heard from her that the wedding date was set for November, it was only a few days away. However, Feng Yan Er's haggard appearance didn't seem like she was about to become a new wife at all.

"No, nothing." While Feng Yan was speaking, his tears flowed again.

"I won't marry my sister." Feng Yaner's younger brother, Feng Shuping, said sorrowfully as he lifted a small, thin, yellow face.

One year ago, Qiao Ruo had heard from Feng Yaner that Chu Yu had fallen in love with a female student in Shanghai and wanted to break off the engagement. The old lady didn't agree with her grandson's decision to marry a foreign wife, and after a period of trouble, she finally gave up on the idea to break off the engagement.

It was said that later on, that female student fell in love with a rich young master, and so she quickly broke off their relationship. He was heartbroken, and told his family that he wanted to marry Feng Yan Er and enter the house.

Feng Yaner did not bother about his presence. She truly liked being a Daoists. Being able to marry him was her greatest wish.

When the fake one mentioned that they were going to get married, she was so excited that she almost fainted. A few days ago, she had been happily preparing for the wedding.

Who would have thought that even on the verge of marriage, the Lord Ruler would still refuse to come back. He faltered and said that the wedding date would be postponed. Feng Yan Er was heartbroken and had cried for several nights already.

Hearing this, Qiao Ruo's stomach was filled with anger. She wished she could go to Shanghai right now and drag out Fu Shiqing.

She went forward to hug Feng Yan Er, and felt that she had become thinner, "There is nothing that can't be crossed over." She comforted Feng Yan Er.

Feng Yan Er weakly nodded her head.

Her mother came back from the mahjong table. When she saw Qiao Ruoxi, she looked around her trench coat. "Tsk, tsk. In the end, you're the young miss of a rich family." "No," she said.

The moment she opened her mouth, the stench of cigarette smoke mixed with bad breath gushed out. Unaware of what she had said, she moved closer to Qiao Ruozhu with her loose eyelids drawn with thick black eyeliner.

"Mom." Feng Yan Er stood up straight in front of her to protect her. "Take your little sister to school." she said eagerly.

Only now did Qiao Ruozhu realize that the little girl lying beside Feng Shuping was hungrily looking at her brother's book, writing along with him, completely unaware of the emotions of the people around her.

She felt her heart ache as tears welled up in her eyes.

The corner of Feng Yan's mother's mouth shrunk as she impatiently said, "Ask your Abba. Let's see if the little money he earns can be enough to pay for all of you."

With that, she stormed into the back room.

Feng Yaner's father worked in the Qiao Family's Silk Shop. No matter what, Qiao Ruo Chu was the Feng Family's young mistress. Her words were extremely unpleasant to hear, as if the Qiao Family were harsh on Manager Feng's amount of money.