Because he was so agitated, he almost shook Qin Wenrou violently.
Qin Wenrou couldn’t help but gasp: "Brother Jun, you’re hurting ...
Lan Yingjun didn’t care that much: "Just tell , how did your sister get engaged to Mr. Nalan!"
That cold, indifferent, almost robotic woman, how could she possibly enter the sight of a solitary man like Nalan Ye Jue?
Qin Wenrou rubbed her sore arm: "Brother Jun, my family and the Nalan family have a marriage contract. My mom even considered having replace her. But I refused, my heart only has you... I don’t want to marry a disabled old man who has nothing but money..."
As she was declaring her loyalty, the despondent Lan Yingjun let out a bitter laugh: "Nothing but money? Do you have so misunderstanding about the Nalan family?"
He swallowed: "The world’s most powerful business empire, when they stomp their feet the whole world trembles. The global leader in intelligent robotics, with all robot models from the dawn of robotics to the cutting edge in their labs, the sole private satellite in the world, countless secret underground industries and forces... you actually say the Nalan family has nothing but money?"
Qin Wenrou was dumbfounded.
She hadn’t expected Mr. Nalan to be such an impressive disabled old man.
It was just that when searching for information, there was too little data available online.
So she took for granted that the Nalan family was so low-profile that they had no presence.
But now, even Brother Jun whom she admired so much held such a high opinion of the Nalan family, didn’t she miss out on a billion?
No, a hundred billion, even a trillion!
Qin Wenrou felt her heart couldn’t bear it.
Suffocating.
Breathless.
With infinite regret!
She was stunned for a while, then swallowed: "Brother Jun, no matter how much money, I won’t marry a disabled old man, my heart only has you..."
Lan Yingjun gave her a complex look without saying anything.
Of course, he was pleased by this confession.
But... he knew his own limitations.
In front of Nalan Ye Jue, he was just an insignificant ant.
If Qin Wenrou still said this after eting Nalan Ye Jue in person, he would believe her.
However, this mont never ca.
As soon as she turned around, Qin Wenrou saw the two photos displayed on the guest register table.
One was a profile photo of the bride Qin Xin.
One was a frontal photo of the groom Nalan Ye Jue.
They were unphotoshopped candid shots.
The man sat casually behind a huanghuali wood desk, holding a pen while signing docunts.
As if at the photographer’s request, he looked up at the cara.
The aristocratic aura emanating from the photo was so cold and powerful, making people shudder, and at the sa ti, their whole heart was captivated!
This man’s presence was too overwhelming, and too handso and manly!
Qin Wenrou stared at the man’s photo, almost unable to move.
Truly, there existed in the world such handso n who could make won helpless with just one look.
She once thought Lan Yingjun was the most handso man she’d ever seen.
But compared to Nalan Ye Jue, it was like heaven and earth, a god to an ant.
Even as a la person, Mr. Nalan was soone you’d want to passionately throw yourself at!
Qin Wenrou thought foolishly, how great it would be if she had agreed to stand in for the marriage?
She wondered if it was still possible to take her sister’s place now?
Seeing Qin Wenrou being so captivated by a re photo of Nalan Ye Jue, Lan Yingjun felt a bit annoyed.
Slightly jealous, he pulled Qin Wenrou away forcefully: "That’s my little uncle, don’t overthink it!"
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