Uncle Su Yi's mansion has gone through a rollercoaster-like ups and downs. There is no pie in the sky. If there is, someone must have dug a hole. In the past two days, Uncle Su Yi has traveled through half of Wangjing's aristocratic circle, trying to give his daughter a gift.
Strange to say, when he asked for a marriage, everyone ran away from him as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. The old Marquis's family, who were originally very interested, also sent a reply, saying that they did not dare to bring up the matter of marriage again.
Even the youngest son of a viscount family, whom Uncle Su Yi had particularly disliked in the past, said that he had no intention of marrying him. He seemed to be isolated, and Uncle Su Yi stamped his feet in anger.
In Jiang Qingyang's boudoir, she was hiding on the bed alone. She hadn't gotten out of bed for two days. The room was dark and messy. Her tears had dried up. Fate had played tricks on her again, but this time, there would be no more hope.
She was angry, desperate, and didn't dare to think about what would happen in the future. Why did it become like this? Liu Yuexi, you bastard, you devil, you destroyed me.
"Didn't you say, leave me alone, Mary, get out, get out." Qingyang yelled without raising his head. The visitor did not leave, but sat in front of the window, "Poor
My child, you can't go on like this, cheer up."
It was her mother's voice. Qingyang still couldn't cheer up. Mrs. Jiang said again: "Get up, get dressed, and dress up. I have something important to say." At this moment, Qingyang didn't have the courage to get up at all. Under her mother's forced request,
, she reluctantly complied.
Mrs. Jiang placed a thick stack of documents on the table, along with a letter, "Daughter, life will keep hitting you, but you shouldn't be knocked down so easily. At least there are still people who care about you." Qingyang disagreed.
He raised his head in understanding and said, "This is the letter Liu Yuexi asked me to hand over to you. Don't tear it up. He said you will understand everything after reading it."
Qingyang couldn't wait to open the wax seal
Dear Miss Jiang Qingyang, bastard villain damn Liu Yuexi:
I think when you read this letter from me, you have already cursed me a thousand times in your heart. It’s me who deserves the curse, but no matter what, please read what I have to say.
I have to confess, I deliberately approached you at the Lihua Ball. Your boldness surprised me, but I also knew from it that you must be in big trouble. Please believe that I never meant to hurt you.
There are so many things that have to be done. I think we are connected by fate at this point. This week with you was wonderful. We talked about many aspects. Through words, I learned that you are a woman with new ideas.
, you are not content with the lifestyle of the older generation, and I appreciate this very much. When you threw yourself into my arms, I understood that you have entrusted yourself to me, and I can't continue to deceive you.
The person I love, I once thought I could be both
Gu, but that’s wrong. I’m sorry, I can’t give you what you want. But I’m still willing to help you, and your mother. If you have enough courage and are willing to control your own destiny, please look through those documents.
, your mother will tell you what to do.
Best regards
A not too bad person.
Qingyang looked through the documents and asked in surprise: "Mom, is this really allowed?"
Mrs. Jiang nodded, "I have not been idle these past two days. I am just doing this for you. There is only one question now. As Liu Yuexi said, are you willing to take this step? No one is taking this road.
However, I don’t know how it will end. But at least, you can control your own destiny, which is really attractive, and I hope you can give it a try."
"But if I do it, mother, what will you do?"
Mrs. Jiang hugged her daughter and said, "My child, I only have you. As long as you are good, I have hope. This family will be over sooner or later. You can't save it, so why not start over? Isn't this exactly what you want?"
Qingyang nodded, Mrs. Jiang's face was full of kindness, "Then sign this contract and go to Jianmao Academy to study hard. Liu Yuexi's arrangement is pretty good. Mary will accompany you. We will go to see the master later.
It’s said that my mother’s family, the Wang family, is willing to fund your studies, and it’s best if your father agrees. If he doesn’t agree, I’ll make my own decision, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
The two came to the earl's study. Uncle Su Yi was worried. Seeing the mother and daughter coming, he pretended to be concerned, "Qingyang, you seem to be in better spirits. It's okay. I'll find another job for you as father."
Regarding the marriage, the son of Lord McGart’s family has not yet married, and the other party also has the intention, what do you think?”
Mrs. Jiang sneered: "My lord, my God, why didn't the lord directly agree to Liu Yuexi to let us Qingyang be his concubine that day? A lord can be bought with money or through mixed seniority. Uncle Suyi's mansion has fallen to this
Has it reached the point?"
The earl did not expect that the lady would be so disrespectful to him in front of the child, "What do you mean?"
Mrs. Jiang calmed down and said, "My daughter will not marry anyone. My family is willing to fund Qingyang to study at Jianmao College. I want her to go. It is not easy for Qingyang to pass the exam. This child should be given a chance."
"It's nonsense. I don't agree with it. I still have the final say in this family."
"Then I will take Qingyang back to her parents' home. She wants to inherit my uncle's name. Changing her surname to Wang is not against the rules."
The count did not expect that the lady would do this to him today, "You, rebelled, rebelled."
"Stop shouting, I know what you want to do, so you can do it yourself if you don't have to."
, I will take Qingyang to her natal family. When she goes to Pointed Hat Academy, I will go to Holy Light Discipline Academy to receive the punishment. Anyway, I have been in this family enough. If you want a divorce, I will just let you go. Qingyang, go and leave.
This hopeless place." After saying that, the two of them left without looking back, leaving the count alone dumbfounded.
A few days later, the dust settled. Although Su Yibo tried his best to obstruct it, Wang Lan'er, the original Mrs. Jiang, was very determined. With Liu Yuexi's secret support, Su Yibo still gave in and formally divorced Wang Lan'er.
, Jiang Qingyang also changed back to his mother's surname, and is now called Wang Qingyang.
When it was time to leave, her mother and Liu Yuexi came to see her off at the Wangjing Rune Railway Station. The mother and daughter said goodbye with tears in their eyes, "Mom, I'm going, you have to take care of yourself." The mother comforted, "It's okay, it's okay.
Yes, you should also take care of yourself and write to me often."
Liu Yuexi stood far away and looked at the mother and daughter. Wang Qingyang suddenly stared at him. Yuexi's heart tightened, "Come here, Lord Liu." Yuexi had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk up. Qingyang wore
Wearing a simple plaid skirt, she has a very academic temperament.
"You succeeded."
It's not easy to answer this troubling sentence.
"You said in your letter that you already have a sweetheart, what is her name?"
Liu Yuexi answered unusually honestly: "Twilight Joy."
"No more?"
"There is another one named Xue Ning."
Qingyang smiled and seemed to be relieved, "Men are not good at all. They hold so much in their hearts. We women are really not as good as us. However, Lord Liu, no, I should call you boss. I want to ask you about the tuition fee you borrowed."
I will pay you back as soon as possible, don’t worry, I will definitely report to Hongyun Town and leave in the next two years."
"Be careful on the road."
Qingyang boarded the train and suddenly turned around, "Liu Yuexi, I will be back. Don't try to get rid of me. You are joking, but I am serious about it. I am determined to follow you." After saying that, he walked into the carriage and the train
Starting up, Yuexi rubbed her forehead, as if she owed another romantic debt.