Before Ye Qingge could recover, she had already been driven into a palace-like manor by Na Hanjue.
In the car, he only said one sentence: "My name is Nahanjue, and from now on, you are my fiancée!"
Ye Qingge was stunned, and slowly clenched his hands at his side.
Na... Han... Jue!
She actually met Na Hanjue!
In such a unique way!
So, from now on, everything has started to move towards the predetermined trajectory?
After getting out of the car, Na Hanjue motioned to Ye Qingge to take his arm. On both sides of the manor, countless servants bowed respectfully to them. He walked into the palace proudly as a king.
The moment he walked into the living room, Ye Qingge was immediately shocked - there was an oversized long crystal table in the palace hall. Dozens of men and women were sitting on both sides of the long table, ranging from white-haired old men to extremely elegant people.
When the young man saw her and Na Hanjue coming in, they all stood up and bowed to them.
"Master!"
Na Hanjue held her hand and sat down on the main seat. A pair of sharp eyes slowly swept over their faces with pressure, "This is my fiancée. Now...are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied! Satisfied!" Dozens of people stared at Ye Qingge, smiling happily at the same time, as if Ye Qingge was some kind of rare treasure that was found by their young master.
"If you are satisfied...you can leave. Don't disturb my intimacy with my fiancée!" He hooked Ye Qingge's waist and kissed Ye Qingge's neck ambiguously.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Dozens of people smiled even more heartily and stood up immediately. Before leaving, everyone put down a precious brocade box on the table in front of Ye Qingge, "Young Madam, this is ours.
The greeting gifts are small and small, but not respectful!"
Looking at the brocade boxes that could be stacked into a small mountain in front of him, Ye Qingge lost his composure and twitched slightly at the corner of his eyes - these things can be taken out at random and bid at the auction. Is this considered a "little" intention?
This, this, this... what kind of people are these?
"They are all relatives of the Nahan family." Nahan Jue noticed her doubts and slightly raised her thin lips, smiling as charmingly as a poppy. "They were ordered by my parents to supervise me during my eighteenth year.
On this day, I found my fiancée. Now their mission is completed, so they are very happy!"
"Oh!" Ye Qingge blinked her eyes innocently, "Then my mission is completed? Can I go home?"
The play is over, and she, the unlucky actor who was temporarily caught as a supporter, should leave the show, right?
"Go home?" He still smiled with one corner of his lips raised, but that smile was lonely and lonely, which made Ye Qingge's heart inexplicably ache.
"Dear," he turned slightly sideways, held her chin, stared at her with his watery black eyes, and his voice was extremely charming, "from the moment you stepped into the main house of the Nahan family, you were born into the Nahan family.
Death is the fault of the Nahan family, and there is no turning back!"
"Huh?" Ye Qingge's eyes widened suddenly and she pointed at his nose, "You, you, you...how could you do this? Have you ever asked for my opinion?"
"Ha!" He released her chin, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a lazy expression, "Being able to be my fiancée Na Hanjue is a blessing you have earned over several lifetimes!"
"Screw your luck!" Ye Qingge stood up angrily and kicked over the expensive chair, "Leave your luck to others, I don't need it!"
