Zhao Ying’er couldn’t help but frown at these words, looking at la Hong Er.
If this is really the case, then Er Quezi truly isn’t considered a person.
"Sister Jing..." Er Quezi put on a bitter face: "Is this how you see Hong Er La in your heart?"
"Yes."
One word, and it almost suffocated Er Quezi.
Jing Xiuyun said coldly: "Speak up, who do you want to marry! What help do you need from us?"
"I just want to marry Huang Family’s Sister-in-law..."
Er Quezi nearly choked: "If it were soone else, would I have the nerve to ask you for help?"
"Oh?"
Jing Xiuyun was instantly intrigued, her face turning into a smile: "Are you two finally going to have a happy ending? Why would you need help with this? Haven’t you two been fond of each other for a long ti?"
"Yes, but Fang’er has never agreed. I also want a wife, a child, and a warm ho sooner rather than later. How great would it be for things to be legitimate, but Fang’er refuses no matter what, right?"
Er Quezi was troubled: "She’s always worried about how Brother Huang’s forr colleagues would view it... basically, how you would see it, always feeling she’s not keeping her duty as a widow... that her reputation is tarnished, shaming Brother Huang’s na, sigh... she has a bunch of reasons, sotis she cries at midnight, saying she can’t have the face to be buried in the Huang Family’s ancestral grave..."
"And then she says she’s sorry to , that she’s using to raise her child, sigh, I don’t even mind myself, and she’s all tangled up on her own..."
Jing Xiuyun sighed, her expression on her face indescribably complex: "Sister Qin, why go through all this."
But as a woman, she particularly understood Qin Fang’s ntality.
Her husband had died, her cultivation was just that of an ordinary martial artist, carrying a child in this city, mother and son alone, almost unable to survive.
La Hong Er helped every day, which was tacitly endorsed.
But there was still a heavy conscience, believing she’d hindered Er Quezi, and feeling guilty for using soone to raise her child, in addition to the fearful words of people, all of which couldn’t be expressed in one sentence – just terribly complex.
"Is she not worrying about it now?" Zhao Ying’er asked, "Has she started considering marriage?"
La Hong Er coughed and said: "Still won’t agree."
"Then what do you want us to help with?"
Jing Xiuyun was stunned. Did this guy himself even know what he’s babbling about?
"There’s been an unexpected situation."
La Hong Er beca embarrassed, picked up the tea, guzzled a cup, and said, blushing: "These days, people have been dying constantly in our Guardian Hall, and every day I’m living on edge, with a growing desire for stability, longing for a real family... I talked to Fang’er a few tis, and she still wouldn’t agree, so I took so asures..."
Zhao Ying’er, with wide eyes, asked: "What kind of asures?"
Jing Xiuyun clicked her tongue, calmly asked: "Pregnant?"
La Hong Er coughed: "Mm."
Zhao Ying’er: "..."
Suddenly, her face turned completely red.
She understood what they ant.
Couldn’t help but glare at La Hong Er.
La Hong Er said calmly: "I just manipulated it a bit, um, she knows that a martial artist using Yang-lock won’t get pregnant; so I told her it was fine... and then, she got pregnant. Now she’s really pestering for life and death..."
"Sigh..."
Jing Xiuyun covered her forehead.
She felt at a loss for words.
"So..."
La Hong Er timidly said: "I’m really at a loss, if I keep delaying, I’ll never find a wife... now she has a child in her belly, as a widow, uh... ahem, you two see if you can help, match us up a bit..."
Jing Xiuyun glared at him, reached out to crush the last steel fruit.
With a smack.
"Boss, bring four more fruit plates! The highest grade, the kind with Spiritual Power Fruit!"
La Hong Er turned around and yelled: "Bring three more cups of tea, it better be the best sparrow tongue!"
"Er Quezi, I can only ask around, it really depends on what Sister Qin thinks."
Jing Xiuyun stretched lazily, said: "However, there is one person who can definitely get this done. It’s just up to you if you dare to ask."
"Who!?" La Hong Er’s spirits lifted: "Even if I have to scale the mountains of swords or go through the cauldrons of oil, I have to secure a wife this ti! If things don’t work out this ti..."
He gritted his teeth: "I suppose it’s really a love without fate."
Jing Xiuyun sighed as well.
She understood what Er Quezi ant.
If even being pregnant with a child couldn’t make Qin Fang agree, and instead, she ended up aborting the child, then Er Quezi’s eight years of effort would truly have just been good deeds.
Perhaps it was really out of goodwill initially, but after eight years, it had long changed. If Qin Fang still insisted this ti, then no doubt, Er Quezi’s heart would also grow cold.
Jing Xiuyun didn’t want to see this day, so she said: "Mr. Fang! You go to Mr. Fang for help, one word from him to Sister Qin is far more effective than anything we can say."
"Mr. Fang?"
La Hong Er was stunned, stamring: "Mr. Fang... also doubles as a matchmaker?"
"Er Quezi, you really have a death wish."
Jing Xiuyun sneered coldly: "Do you believe Mr. Fang can beat you to death or not?"
"Then why did you say...?"
"Idiot. Mr. Fang represents the Guardian Hall Steward Hall! He is the chief leader! Sister Qin is Brother Huang’s widow, and Brother Huang was a Guardian Hall deacon before he died, understand? Sister Qin is mainly afraid of people gossiping; but if Mr. Fang steps in, he can suppress all the gossip! Because he represents all the Guardian Hall deacons!"
"All the Brothers will offer their blessings; it will be grand and glorious! Moreover, as a woman, she would believe she has at least given so account to the deceased Brother Huang... after all, if they were to et one day in the Netherworld, countless brothers would testify for her, explaining on her behalf."
"Only then will she be able to get past that barrier in her heart."
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