Tang Yili sincerely felt that what he had created for Xun Lang was a huge trouble.
Her gratitude, through the phone, only received a blank white noise.
If he hadn't watched the call time add up second by second, Tang Yili would have thought that the person on the other side had hung up the phone.
"Xun Lang?"
She tried calling, and after a moment, Xun Lang said calmly.
"If you have any ideas about the wedding in the future, you can contact Uncle Chen directly."
As for the rest, he didn't want to talk more.
Tang Yili held the phone tightly.
Just now, I felt a little lucky because I had successfully escaped from the sea of suffering. I turned around and realized that reality was reality. Xun Lang's attitude was cold and he did not look like a person who was looking forward to marriage.
Tang Yili quickly calmed down and said, "Well, I have no requirements for the wedding. Everything is premised on Ji's convenience."
"Then I'll hang up first."
"goodbye."
Due to the unequal economic status, Tang Yili had to tell herself repeatedly to be sensible and not to be dissatisfied. She had done everything she had to do to treat her the past two years. She was lucky to be married now.
Marrying Xun Lang is better than marrying Li Jiaoyang.
Tang Yili was truly satisfied.
Trying not to care about Xun Lang's attitude, Tang Yili quickly calmed down.
After careful consideration, she decided to tell her father about this matter, but Tang Feng ran up first in a hurry.
He gestured with something in his hand through the glass curtain wall, then pushed the door open and entered, shouting as he entered.
"Daughter! Daughter! What is going on!" Tang Feng threw a 20% off red gilded cardboard card in front of Tang Yili, with the words "Tang Ji's Joy" written in big letters on it.
It's quite a gift.
Tang Yili picked it up and looked through it. He had already calmed down from the initial excitement.
But Tangfeng was obviously still happy about being hit by the lottery and roared: "Xun Lang is actually Ji Nanyun's son!"
Tang Yili got up and closed the office door.
Tang Feng circled happily: "Ji Nanyun's son has come to marry you! My daughter! You finally don't have to marry that bastard Li Jiaoyang!"
Tang Feng will never forget the scene this morning. Someone from the Ji family knocked on the door. He was dressed appropriately and invited the person into the house.
The Ji family sent a total of three people, one was the Minister of Culture in charge of sports, one was the executive director of the Textile Association, and the other was the CFO of the Ji family, all of whom were very important figures.
After they introduced themselves, Tang Feng was confused and asked who he was proposing for.
The Ji CEO smiled and said, "Of course I'm here to propose marriage on behalf of Ji Nanyun, Mr. Ji. Mr. Tang, don't you even know who your daughter is dating?"
When Tang Feng was retelling the story to his daughter, he recalled the scene where he didn't know anything about it and felt so ashamed that he wanted to cover his face.
He asked Tang Yili, "When did you get close to Xun Lang again?!"
"Ah?! When did Xun Lang become Ji Nanyun's son!"
Tang Yili opened his eyelids and glanced at his father who was dancing happily. He sat there with his palms off his cheeks, feeling inexplicably depressed like "Xun Lang was forced to marry me, everyone was happy, but he was the only one who was unhappy."
Tang Feng pulled out his chair and sat opposite his daughter. He patted his thigh and said, "I don't care about that! As long as I don't marry Li Jiaoyang."
"Besides..." Tang Feng looked at his daughter deeply, "You also really like Xun Lang. Dad still knows this. As long as you like him and Xun Lang is willing to lend a helping hand at this time, it means that he is interested in
You're not bad either... This time, dad is really relieved."
Tang Yili shrugged and smiled: As a daughter, she must be satisfied if she can reassure her father.
For the Tang family, everyone is really satisfied with this marriage.
Tang Feng once again unfolded the gift list and slowly admired it, just like unfolding a scroll of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". He wished he could look at it with a magnifying glass to appreciate the beauty of the details.
"Look, here are the wines. I have only heard of these years of white wine and foreign wine. I want to taste them later... The gold jewelry is all big dragons and phoenixes... Oh, there are also jade and pearls... I really should put Li
Zhou Yi pressed it and told him to open his dog eyes and take a good look!"
"Their family wants to humiliate us by not starting at all!"
The Ji family's gift list covers everything from Ji's shares, to gold, to villas, to precious medicinal materials. It fills the entire folded page and is as long as an accordion.
The Ji family's attitude towards marrying her was quite serious. Seeing the real scene, Tang Yili was somewhat shocked.
The actual items on the gift list were delivered one after another in the afternoon.
Tang Yili packed up the work at hand and followed Tang Feng back to Rongjing Mansion.
All Mercedes-Benz RVs filled the driveway of the community, forming an endless cycle. Every time one arrived at the door of the building and stopped, it had to unload and lift a large red wooden box, and then the next one followed.
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Sister Yue can be said to be the commander-in-chief of this moving competition. She kept telling the porters in black suits to go up to the twenty-second floor.
On a weekday afternoon, the luxurious community was packed with onlookers. Everyone was talking about which powerful person the daughter of this family married, and how lavishly they spent, which was staggering.
Zhao Meilun mingled in the crowd and watched for a while, only to feel that the sun was dazzling above his head, so he turned around and went upstairs.
After collecting all these things, Tang Feng, Tang Yili and Sister Yue were too tired to lift their arms.
Tang Feng said to Sister Yue, "It's been a tiring day. Don't cook at night. Help Ah Li clean up the house. Let's order takeout."
Sister Yue bent over and was cleaning the dirty floor. She responded first, then turned around and thought of something again, why: "But Mrs. Tang got up early and said she wanted to eat bird's nest chicken..."
It is really troublesome to deal with dried oatmeal. It takes several hours to remove impurities, wash and soak.
Tang Feng waved his hand and said, "If I can't eat on any day, I have to eat on Ah Li's special day. We all make do with takeout. Why is she so ignorant?"
Sister Yue squatted on the ground, deflated and did not dare to speak.
"I remember that the Ji family's betrothal gift included bird's nests."
It is also the top quality Malay swiftlet.
Tang Yili glanced at his father and winked at Sister Yue, "You can take it back to her tonight and tell her it's of good quality. I'll make it for her tomorrow."
Sister Yue quickly waved her hand: "Miss, this is your betrothal gift, okay?"
Just to earn some favors for her, how could Sister Yue be so happy?
Tang Yili smiled: "There are so many things that I can't eat by myself. It would be a pity if they go bad."
"There are also Dendrobium officinale and Cordyceps Sinensis. I don't know how to cook and I don't know how to eat them. You can take them all back."
Sister Yue smiled gratefully.
Even Tangfeng said, "I find that you are giving in to her more and more now."
This she, of course, refers to Zhao Meilun.
Tang Yili was noncommittal.
Her attitude of hating Zhao Meilun has not changed, but despite her dislike, Tang Yili, a twenty-two-year-old woman, can already sympathize with some misfortunes.
For the sake of reality, marrying a man you don't love and living a life without any confidence in the marriage is the most pitiable. And she, Tang Yili, almost became the same person as Zhao Meilun.