1239: Chapter 1239: Go Back (4) 1239: Chapter 1239: Go Back (4) Yang Peili let out a sigh and glanced at Yang Anshi.
These past days, he had actually done so reflecting as well.
He regretted not intervening sooner, allowing his wife to cause such a stir—it had driven the main house away.
But now, even if he wanted to complain, looking at Yang Anshi’s state, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
“Uncle, let help you.
Let’s go,” Yang Ruxin said politely.
“No need,” Yang Peili said, his face looking unpleasant.
“You all go back first, I’ll be right there.”
Yang Zhenjiang and the other few exchanged glances, then really did leave first.
But they didn’t go far, instead waiting by the door.
Yang Peili stood at the entrance of the second house and called out twice, hoping to have Yang Baichuan join him.
But despite his family being clearly at ho, there was no response, and in the end, he could only sigh and step out the door.
Yang Baihe, seeing Yang Peili enter, hurriedly scrambled up and ran over, grabbing hold of him: “Father, your timing is impeccable.
Look, that’s the eighth son of the Qi family.
He’s the one who promised to his brother…
Now you can make the arrangents…”
But Yang Peili suddenly raised his hand and delivered a slap.
Yang Baihe was completely stunned by the slap and stood gaping and staring, unable to react for a long ti.
Upon entering, Yang Peili had noticed the two distinguished young masters.
His first thought was how daring his own daughter was—to fancy such people.
He figured it was better to take her back quickly.
He had already lost enough face in the village, and if things went on like this, he might as well not leave his house anymore.
So, no matter what, he couldn’t let his daughter continue this disturbance.
When Yang Baihe recovered, she burst into tears and then furiously charged at Yang Peili: “You hit ?
You actually hit ?”
She was so big now; she was the one who hit others, when had she ever been hit?
Even Yang Peili had never spoken harshly to her, so this slap was sothing she couldn’t bear.
“That’s enough!” Yang Peili staggered from the impact but straightened up and roared again, “Keep causing trouble and you can get out of the Yang Family.”
Instantly, Yang Baihe was like a rooster that had been choked—silent.
“Go back,” Yang Peili said, his face as dreadful as dung.
“If you don’t go back now, you’ll never return.” With that, he turned and walked away.
Yang Baihe couldn’t believe that this was the outco of her father’s visit.
She glanced at Qi Jingyi, but he didn’t even spare her a glance.
Looking at the others, she was t with contemptuous stares, and her heart skipped a beat.
With an unwilling stomp of her foot, she then turned and ran away.
At Yang Baihe’s departure, Qi Jingyi finally exhaled in relief—the pest was finally gone.
He couldn’t help but give Gu Qingheng an accusing look: “Enjoying the show?”
“Who would have thought that Eighth Lord is so popular,” Gu Qingheng held back his laughter, never taking the old family seriously, and Ruxin probably didn’t either.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have remained silent.
Just treat it as entertainnt for the Crown Prince.
“You…” Qi Jingyi choked for a mont before heading into the house, “I need to see the bride and tell her that this groom is too scheming.
If she’s willing to switch…”
“If you really say that, the spicy sauces, spicy dish restaurants, and hot pot shops Ruxin has coming up, might just be switching partners…”
Qi Jingyi, who had nearly stepped through the threshold, stopped dead in his tracks and imdiately turned back to sit down: “Let’s eat, let’s eat.
Look how well-matched you two are, right?
Whoever dares to swap, I’ll have a word with them…”
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