Chapter 415: Chapter 416: Forced Marriage (Part 2)
Dong Feiran trembled with rage, his complexion ashen. He forcefully suppressed the fury in his heart and said in a heavy voice, “Young Master Wuchen, don’t you think your wife has gone too far? My daughter is still a virgin, and she has been slandered as an Oiran. How is she ever going to marry? You must take responsibility for my daughter!”
He had been worrying about not having the chance to marry his daughter to him, and now that such a great opportunity had arisen, how could he let it pass by?
In the continent, won pay a lot of attention to their social reputation, having been insulted like this, the man must definitely give her an explanation.
“Take responsibility? What responsibility?” Slender fingers lightly caressed the edge of the teacup, Ye Wuchen laughed softly, but his smile held no warmth, exuding a chill as if from hell, “You’re the one who said she was stunning in all directions, isn’t that calling your own daughter an Oiran? The use of the word ‘stunning’ is extrely inappropriate.”
Dong Feiran’s eyes darkened. It seed that Ye Wuchen was not going to be easily hooked, he must think of another thod…
“Daddy, who are they?” Dong Lingling’s eyes shifted, landing on Ye Wuchen. Naivety sparkled in her eyes, unacquainted with the ways of the world.
“This is Ye Wuchen,” Dong Feiran sighed, “and that is his wife…”
Dong Lingling blinked her big eyes, and with a cute smile, her delicate face looked even more charming as two canine teeth peaked out when she grinned.
“So you are Ye Wuchen, the person who has been widely talked about recently? But did you just say I was an Oiran? What is an Oiran? Are you saying I’m pretty?”
“Pfft!”
Upon hearing this, the guests all forcibly suppressed their laughter, unsure if Dong Lingling was genuinely naive or pretending to be foolish. If she was pretending, she had to be credited for playing the part too well…
“Ye Wuchen, you are really handso, can I call you Brother Wuchen?” Dong Lingling was oblivious to the man’s darkening deanor as she laughed innocently.
Ye Wuchen clenched his fists, a ghastly hue overtaking his handso features, and he couldn’t suppress the rage that burst from his throat: “Get lost!”
That single word made Dong Lingling freeze, a shimr of tears flashing in her eyes. She bit her lip hard and looked pitifully at Ye Wuchen.
“Wah!”
Suddenly, Dong Lingling rushed towards Dong Feiran and threw herself into his arms, her voice shaking as she said, “Daddy, he yelled at …”
“Lingling, don’t cry anymore, daddy will make decisions for you in a mont,” Dong Feiran patted Dong Lingling’s shoulder comfortingly, speaking as if no one else was present, “What’s yours will always be yours, don’t worry; daddy won’t let you be sad.”
Dong Feiran breathed a sigh of relief during the conversation, realizing that his daughter still felt positive about Ye Wuchen. With this, he could rest assured; he couldn’t force her to marry if she was unwilling in the end.
Dong Lingling nodded lightly and then turned to look at Ye Wuchen, fearfully shrinking back into Dong Feiran’s embrace.
The big brother from before was clearly so gentle, why was he so fierce to her? She had no idea what she did wrong for him to be so angry…
Ye Wuchen no longer gave her a glance and turned his head to Mu Ruyue, his purple eyes showing an unusual tenderness: “Muer, the tea has gone cold. I will get you a fresh cup later.”
“Okay…”
“Muer, you must have been tired these past few days. Do you want to massage your legs?” Ye Wuchen’s large hand settled on her leg, gently pressing, “How does this pressure feel?”
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