Lan Yingjun clenched his teeth, and just thinking about Qin Xin marrying Nalan Ye Jue, he felt suffocated. He couldn’t help but blurt out, "Qin Xin, you’re only concerned with mocking . Don’t you think, is what you’re doing really right?"
"You disappeared without a word, everyone thought you were dead! As a man, do I have to be a widower because of you?"
"You ca back and got engaged to another man, do you think I’m happy about that? I’m also very angry!"
"Mr. Nalan is my little cousin uncle, how am I supposed to handle that when you marry him?"
"Besides, what am I lacking compared to him? He’s just a cripple, a limping..."
Before he could finish speaking.
Suddenly.
His hand was empty.
Then ca a sudden sting and chill on top of his head!
It turned out that while he was still crazily complaining about Nalan Ye Jue, Qin Xin snatched the wine glass from his hand and smashed it over his head with a "bang——".
Red wine flowed down his hair, covering his face and mouth.
What a ss!
Qin Xin coldly tossed aside the shattered wine glass, then elegantly patted her hands and said leisurely:
"First, since you know I’m already married to your little cousin uncle, then show so respect to your elders and call little aunt!"
"Second, I don’t like anyone calling my man a cripple. Rember well, if you dare say those words again, it won’t be just wine poured over you next ti..."
Qin Xin didn’t continue.
But her cold and frightening aura made Lan Yingjun fully aware of what she intended to say.
Call him a cripple again, and she’ll smash his head!
Lan Yingjun’s pride was shattered to pieces by a wine glass.
Qin Xin, his ex-girlfriend, a woman who nearly died, would rather marry a cripple than co back to him...
Qin Xin’s footsteps gradually faded away.
Leaned against the outside wall of the bathroom, Lan Yingjun looked utterly discomposed and unwilling, panting heavily.
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As Qin Xin walked, she was also a bit surprised in her heart.
So Mr. Nalan is Lan Yingjun’s little cousin uncle?
She had no idea about this connection.
Maybe they were so distant relatives since the Nalan family’s attitude towards Lan Yingjun made it clear.
How could Lan Yingjun shalessly say Mr. Nalan wasn’t worth marrying?
Even with a leg ailnt, Mr. Nalan was ten thousand tis better than Lan Yingjun, whose body is whole but mind is not.
While she wasn’t aware of everything, after Mr. Nalan and she discussed marriage, there had been absolutely no scandals—she had never seen another woman beside him.
He showed her great respect, was polite, gentle, good-tempered, trustworthy—an absolute gentleman.
Did Lan Yingjun dare compare himself to Mr. Nalan?
It wasn’t enough just smashing his wine glass earlier; she should have kicked him a few tis too.
Qin Xin angrily walked back to the banquet hall.
Mr. Nalan hadn’t returned yet, but the elders had arrived.
From afar, she saw a charmingly naive-looking woman snuggled closely against a tall and upright middle-aged man, chatting enthusiastically with Mrs. Qin.
The man’s cool deanor bore so resemblance to Mr. Nalan.
She guessed and knew they must be Mr. Nalan’s parents.
She lifted her skirt and approached the two elders.
While still deliberating over how to address them, the lady jumped up from the sofa before her and pulled her small hand with endless enthusiasm:
"You must be Xin’er, right? Oh my, you’re even prettier than I imagined! More charming than the photos! Our brat really has a good eye!"
Before Qin Xin could say anything, the lady continued like a rapid-fire cannon, "Quick, see if you’re satisfied with the gifts I prepared for you? If not, I have a whole pile more for you to choose from."
She stuffed two large gift boxes into Qin Xin’s arms and, before Qin Xin could refuse, smiled warmly and said—
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