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No one could answer her.

Feng Tingting kept running, and unknowingly, she reached the Freight House.

He had only realized that he had spent the longest time with Cui Runn after teleporting to this place, and he was the first one to find his.

Cui Runn stood at the door, looked at Feng Tingting who was holding back her tears, and pursed her lips without saying a word.

Feng Tingting sniffed, and dived into Cui Runn's embrace.

Whatever Cui Runn could say, he couldn't persuade her at all.

Feng Tingting knew the whole village about the engagement, he had always missed her so much that she could ignore the difference between males and females.

But only now did he realize that he could not ignore the fact that Feng Tingting was already set on marriage.

"You all …"

Uncle Yuan was surprised when he saw the two people hugging each other. He immediately closed the door and pulled them apart.

"Girl Ting, what are you doing? If others saw you doing it, they would see it."

Feng Tingting flapped her fingers: "Uncle Yuan, I don't want to marry!"

Uncle Yuan sighed, "The words of the matchmaker's parents, what can you do, unless someone else is in your place."

The speaker has no heart, the listener has no heart.

"Since Feng Huilan wants to marry into the Hee Family so much, why don't you let her take your place?"

"Runn, you must be crazy!" The Uncle Yuan chided, "To think you could think of such a thing, no matter who married that sickly girl, it wouldn't end well."

Cui Runn pursed his lips: "Could it be that Tingting will be fine after marrying her?!"

Uncle Yuan looked at Feng Tingting, and spoke sincerely: "Girl Ting, I know you have always been smart, and can protect yourself even after marriage. Furthermore, I see that Hee Caijun is quite close to you, so with him protecting you, life in Hee Family will not be difficult."

"But …"

Feng Tingting sobbed. Actually, she had already known that such a day would come, and thus she had been planning it this whole time.

However, he didn't expect that he would be able to achieve great things just because he got the silver. In the next second, he was splashed with a bucket of cold water.

"Girl Ting, you can earn money that ordinary people can't earn in their entire lives with a single painting, this is your capital." The Uncle Yuan continued, "Although that Hee Family is famous because of the First-degree Scholar, the Patriarch had long abandoned his words and went into business. If you can get his support, then who knows who will decide in the Hee Family."

Feng Tingting blinked her eyes, a little confused.

Could it be that Hee Caijun's father actually gave up on trying to become an examiner and was just a lowly peddler?

She remembered that she didn't write this paragraph at the beginning. Could it be that because of her appearance and participation, the main line had deviated?

If that was really the case, other than Hee Caijun, there was no need to be afraid of Tong Fenghua who had the protection of the Patriarch!

Thinking about it this way, Feng Tingting's heart felt much better.

Seeing that Feng Tingting was relieved, Uncle Yuan patted her shoulders with a smile on his face as he sent her out of the room.

When Feng Tingting came back to her senses, the door was already closed, and then came the shouts of the Uncle Yuan.

Since the plan had already been formed, and Feng Tingting felt that there was no other way to change it, she might as well follow the plan she had initially set.

She then went back home, and when Zhou Chunmei saw her, she immediately scolded her, and then hugged her and cried.

Feng Tingting sighed and touched Zhou Chunmei's tears.

"Mother, you should be happy. Although it's just a form of celebration, you are still a Second Young Madam after all, and that was in the past when you were happy." Feng Tingting comforted herself, "In this ten kilometers area, if there's anyone who doesn't want to marry into the Hee Family Village, and if the second young master is well, he can also participate in the Autumn Imperial Examination s. At that time, I will be the First-degree Scholar's wife."

"My poor daughter." Zhou Chunmei still couldn't help but cry.

"Mother, Tingting is right, furthermore that sickly Yangzi's body has been ailing for so many years, maybe this wedding will really be good, at that time, I will be able to enjoy it."

Zhou Chunmei stared angrily at Feng Huilan, and berated: "If it wasn't for you, the marriage wouldn't have happened so early. What are you so calm for, don't think that I don't know!"

Feng Huilan snorted: "Since young, you all have always been biased towards her, and now that she has found a good home, you all should be happy, and even plan for me!"

"But mother, not only do you have thoughts of annulling the engagement, you don't even care about my marriage. I'm already 15 years old, so I won't wait much longer!"

After saying that, Feng Huilan covered her face and cried.

Zhou Chunmei could not bear to let go of any of them.

However, it was likely that the Second Young Master could not get off the bed. Even if his own daughter were to be married off, there was no need for him to be courteous to her.

Thinking like this, his heart felt slightly better.

The time for the marriage was too short, Zhou Chunmei needed to prepare a lot of things, so she did not feel sad anymore. She quickly turned around and went to her bedroom to work overtime.

After seeing him walk far away, Feng Huilan finally caught Feng Tingting who was about to slip away.

"Good little sister, can we discuss something?"

Feng Tingting frowned. Ever since the last time she left the Brain Meridian for Hee Family to eat, he had wished to go once again.

Although she was grounded later, she had to marry into Hee Family now. As her big sister, Feng Huilan naturally had an excuse to go in and out of the Hee Family.

But the condition of this excuse was that Feng Tingting was willing.

Feng Tingting flung her hands impatiently: "Elder sister, I'm tired. If there's anything, we can talk about it in the future."

Feng Huilan still wanted to say something, but Feng Tingting hastily ran into the study room, stopping him in her tracks.

In order to avoid being harassed by Feng Huilan, Feng Tingting would stay in her cubicle every day to draw.

Even when he usually ate, he would only eat in the study room with Feng Guangzong, as if he had cut off all ties with the world outside.

Feng Tingting wanted to please the little girl, so she did not count her as a proper wife. Hence, the village only sent a few good quality people to deliver the red eggs.

Even though the gossip outside was over, at least they could not hear it after closing their own door, so they ignored it.

Just like this, Feng Tingting stayed indoors for half a month.

Seeing that the wedding day was approaching, other than Zhou Chunmei, who was busy preparing the dowry, the rest of the family did not panic.

After finding a good day, Feng Tingting sneakily sneaked over to the Freight House to obstruct them.

Along the way, she calculated the amount of silver that these paintings could exchange for, and when she was about to walk to the back door, she unexpectedly saw someone she knew.

When the man saw Feng Tingting, he was surprised, and immediately revealed a mocking expression.

"Girl Ting? What are you doing here? "

Feng Tingting laughed, she did not say a word, but walked to the door, but just as she was about to knock, he was stopped by the green eyes.

"You're really a good sister. You're about to get married, and you're still running errands for that bitch Feng Huilan?"

Feng Tingting was truly speechless, this was her first time seeing this kind of woman that would cause trouble.

She was here to earn money, not to flame. She yelled at the unlocked door.

In less than ten seconds, the door opened. Cui Runn looked at Feng Tingting happily.

"Please give this item to Uncle Yuan!"

After Feng Tingting finished speaking, she turned around and left, leaving Feng Douer with a face full of jealousy.

She wanted to walk over, but Cui Runn closed the door mercilessly, infuriating her so much that she stomped her feet in anger.

Feng Douer looked at Feng Tingting's back figure, her brows knitted, a playful look flashing past her eyes.