C7

"AHH!" Liang Peiwen only felt a sudden pain in his arm as his entire body fell backwards, the world spinning around him. After his head became dizzy, he felt pain all over his body.

"Pepe! Are you okay? " Li Zijun hurriedly helped her up and asked anxiously. When he turned around and saw a familiar face, he couldn't help but frown, "Director Yan, what are you doing?"

No one in the room cared about the matters outside the door. Yan Jing Rong placed the two on the sofa and stopped. Huang Jiaxi still wanted to go out and fight with Liang Peiwen, but Yan Jing Rong's words stopped her in her tracks, "You are no longer the young miss of the Huang family."

All sorts of emotions flashed across Huang Jiaxi's face. Anger, anger, loss, confusion, and finally, she fell back.

That's right, she was no longer the young mistress of the Huang family. She no longer had any reason to act rashly. The protective umbrella that belonged to her was gone.

Right now, she was just like an ant. The Liang clan could crush her with a single finger, but how could she deal with Liang Peiwen?

Hehe, it's laughable that she wanted to take revenge on Liang Peiwen just now. She was too impulsive.

"Do you like that man that much?" Yan Jing Rong suddenly asked her.

Like it?

How could she not like him? She had started liking him from the moment she entered university.

But so what if he liked her? He still chose someone else!

It occurred to him that he and Liang Peiwen had gotten together. Last night, they had slept together, right next to her door! Huang Jiaxi felt like vomiting as she felt like there was a fire burning in her heart. She was really blind to fall for such a trashy, half-hearted man!

"No, I hate him!"

Right, hate!

This kind of man wasn't worth her liking at all!

"Have you decided?" Yan Jing Rong suddenly asked.

Before Huang Jiaxi could understand what he meant, he added, "Do you want to marry me?"

"Nope," Huang Jiaxi replied automatically.

Hearing her reply, Yan Jinggrong frowned, "Marry me."

"Huh?" Is this a proposal?

But did anyone propose like this?

"If you don't like him, then marry me." Yan JingRong continued, "Li Zijun is a man of his word. Once the Huang Family falls, he will abandon you together with the Liang Family's daughter. It's fine if you don't want a man like that."

"But, but —" I don't like why he's going to marry you.

"Marry me and take revenge on them." Yan Jing Rong continued to throw out bait.

Suddenly, she felt that this was a good idea. Li Zijun liked rich people, and he could like anyone who had money. If one day he found out that she had married Yan Jing Rong, who was even richer than the Liang family, then their faces would be very good!

She hated them!

But no!

She can't lose herself for revenge, no!

She suddenly came to her senses and raised her head to look at him. "Mr. Yan, what are you trying to do? Have I offended you before?"

Yan Jing Rong's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment. He shook his head and said, "No."

"Then why do you insist that I marry you? Is there anything on me that you must have? " Merchants only seek profits. Other than benefits, what else could he contribute himself to?

"Nope."

"Then can you tell me why you insist on marrying me?" Huang Jiaxi admitted that she was not very smart and could not figure out what he was thinking.

Yan Jinggrong fell silent and did not reply for a long time.

"Mr. Yan?"

"I heard your cooking skills are pretty good."

"Huh?" "The reason."

It was a simple answer. Huang Jiaxi's mind spun a few times before she understood that he was answering her earlier question. Could it be that he was going to marry her just because he heard that she had good culinary skills?

What kind of strange reason was this!

Huang Jiaxi could not understand what was going on inside Yan Jinggrong's mind. Why was it that she could not grasp the circuits in his mind?

"If you decide, you can contact William. I still have matters to attend to, goodbye." Yan Jing Rong looked at his watch, stood up and walked quickly towards the exit with his long legs.

"Mr. Yan —"