nucmednet Chapter 127: Visiting Yang Qiyue's Attitude
Chapter 127: Visiting Yang Qiyue's Attitude
Looking at Su Zhengyang's indifferent expression, Yang Jiakai became furious.
"My daughter is a famous beauty in the Northern Frontier. I don't know how many people are obsessed with her. Even the kid from the Duan family is obsessed with her. How come you seem to be reluctant to do that to her? I'm telling you, if you dare to bully my daughter in the future, I'll break your legs!"
Su Zhengyang smiled bitterly. He really couldn't muster any interest in these so-called beauties.
But think about it, it's no wonder that at the dinner party, when he saw Yang Qiyue in trouble, Duan Jiahui, an introverted scholar who usually keeps silent, actually dared to stand up. It turned out that he actually had a love for Yang Qiyue in his heart.
Duan Jinshu stepped forward, patted Su Zhengyang on the shoulder and said, "It's not enough for us old guys to accept your presidential campaign. We should find a way to develop the strength of the Northwest Revolutionary Army as soon as possible and improve our qualifications and prestige in the Northern Frontier system."
The few of them talked again, and when Su Zhengyang was about to say goodbye and leave, Yang Jiakai said meaningfully: "Come to my house tomorrow. I have betrothed the daughter of our Yang family, and it is time for the family to meet the future son-in-law."
Su Zhengyang was slightly startled, then nodded and said, "I will visit Yang's house at nine o'clock tomorrow morning on time."
The next morning, Yang Qiyue, who had changed into a proper business suit, was about to go to work at the newspaper office. Yang Jiakai came over and said to his daughter, "Call the newspaper office and tell them that you are taking a day off today because an important guest is coming to your house."
Yang Qiyue looked at her father suspiciously. What kind of important guest was it that her father not only stayed at the mansion for the first time, but also insisted that she go along to receive him.
"Dad, there are a lot of things to do at the newspaper office today. Besides, these guests are here for you. What's the point of me staying at home?"
Yang Jiakai glared and shouted: "What could be more important than your lifelong event!"
Yang Qiyue frowned and her expression turned cold.
"Dad, I've already said it before. I'll take care of my marriage myself. You don't need to interfere. What I hate most is your so-called political marriage."
After Yang Qiyue retorted, she pretended to walk out.
Yang Jiakai immediately got angry: "Since ancient times, whose marriage is not decided by parents and matchmakers? Stop right there, you are not going anywhere today."
Seeing that Yang Jiakai was getting angry, Yang Qiyue could only stop and return to her room angrily.
In the room, Yang Qiyue, sitting on her bed, frowned and wondered why her father suddenly wanted to marry her off?
Given her father's stubborn character, her future husband must be of equal status to the Yang family.
Could it be Duan Jiahui? Yang Qiyue began to have wild thoughts. Duan Jiahui's love for her was almost out in the open, and everyone knew it. The two families were old friends, and Duan Jinshu's status in the Northern Xinjiang government was second only to Yang Jiakai. It was normal for the two families to want to marry.
But Yang Qiyue didn't like Duan Jiahui, who was weak in character and had a bookish air.
Yang Qiyue made up her mind that if it was Duan Jiahui who came, she would have the worst attitude possible and drive him away, even if she would be punished by her father afterwards.
Su Zhengyang bought some fruits and gifts near Yang's Mansion, then brought Yan Shuangying and Li Yunlong to the gate of Yang's Mansion.
It has to be said that as the president of the Northern Frontier government and the highest-ranking ruler, the Yang family's mansion even seems a little too plain.
The Yang Mansion is located at the first house in Dongwu Hutong, Beilongcheng. It is a courtyard house with three entrances and exits, covering an area of 3,000 square meters.
At the entrance of the alley, there were a large number of guards with guns on alert. After explaining their identities and purpose, the guards ran to inform the housekeeper of the Yang Mansion. Su Zhengyang waited at the entrance of the alley for a while, and an old man in a black robe came up to him warmly.
"Councilman Su, our master has been waiting in the mansion for a long time, please follow me."
For some reason, Su Zhengyang, who always remained calm under great pressure, suddenly felt a little nervous at this moment, as if he was a son-in-law meeting his mother-in-law.
Su Zhengyang walked into the Yang Mansion, passed through the front yard and the middle yard, and came to the main hall in the back yard. The Yang Mansion usually received guests in the front yard, and only when their family members came back would they gather in the back yard.
Walking into the main hall, Su Zhengyang immediately saw Yang Jiakai sitting in the main seat, and not far away from him, Mrs. Yang, who was dressed very simply and looked kind.
Yang Qiyue sat down at the bottom with a reluctant look on her face. When she saw that it was Su Zhengyang who came in, she was stunned.
Does my father want to marry me to Su Zhengyang?
It's absolutely impossible. Although Su Zhengyang is the governor of a state and a new member of Congress, his status is still several levels lower than that of the Yang family. My father attaches so much importance to identity and background and pays attention to matching, how could he let Su Zhengyang be his future husband.
Su Zhengyang might have come to visit Yang's house by chance.
Seeing Su Zhengyang greeting her parents with a humbly attitude and presenting them with gifts, without even looking at her, Yang Qiyue became more certain of her thoughts.
But it’s also good. With Su Zhengyang, an outsider, present, my father can’t discuss his marriage in front of him.
"Zhengyang, sit down. I was originally from Jiangbei, and my family is a family friend of your Su family. From the first moment I saw you, I felt that you and your father were cut from the same cloth."
Mrs. Yang asked Su Zhengyang to sit down and looked him up and down with a gentle smile.
In fact, Madam Yang was not talking nonsense. Madam Yang's maiden family was the Chen family, a prominent family in Jiangbei, and they had a friendship with the Su family for several generations.
"Someone, serve tea to Governor Su!"
"Thank you, Madam Yang."
Su Zhengyang thanked him politely and sat upright in his chair. Yang Jiakai was about to get straight to the point.
The butler came in again and whispered in his ear, "Master, Governor Jiang and his son are here to visit."
"What is old man Jiang Dapao doing here at this time?" Yang Jiakai muttered to himself, and then said to the housekeeper: "Go and bring them in."
Soon Jiang Yanlin walked in with Jiang Xuewen, smiling broadly. Yang Qiyue's heart skipped a beat. Was he going to marry her to this playboy? Jiang Xuewen was a well-known playboy. Although he had some talents, he fell in love with every woman he met and often visited prostitutes.
Moreover, Yang Qiyue and Jiang Xuewen can be considered childhood sweethearts. It would be better for her to marry Duan Jiahui than Jiang Xuewen.
Yang Qiyue was so angry that her teeth itched. She looked at the serious Jiang Xuewen and cursed in a low voice: "This bastard, he still wants to marry me, but he can just keep dreaming."
Su Zhengyang, who listened to every word Yang Qiyue said, touched his nose awkwardly. The bastard Yang Qiyue was talking about was none other than himself.