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After saying something against her heart, she consoled herself with sadness, "Your life is no longer perfect, why would you care about your current incomplete state?"

"Hey, hey, what are you guys doing?"

The loud roar immediately silenced the noisy crowd. The reporters turned around and stared at a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his fifties, sizing him up.

Puzzled, Yu Sanshun frowned and strode inside the house. When he arrived in front of Song Qiulian, his domineering aura suddenly became meek. "Sofia, what, what's going on?"

"Ask your daughter, how would I know!" Song Qiulian slammed the door shut and shut all the reporters outside.

"What happened to Xiao Ya?" Yu Sanshun, who had just finished his meal, quickly shifted his gaze to his daughter.

"It's nothing. I'm getting married. I'm just interviewing reporters."

Yu Jingya answered lightly, but to her parents' ears, it sounded like a violent storm brewing in the sea.

"Are you really going to marry into a rich family and become a young mistress?"

Amy still doubted the authenticity of this matter. There was too much doubt in her eyes about Yu Jingya, as if Jingya should find a man who would make her feel like she was in trouble …

Smiling self-deprecatingly, Jingya met her mother's probing gaze and asked mockingly, "Mom, are you not confident in me, or are you not confident in yourself?"

Without waiting for her mother to reply, she frowned and thought for a while before coming to a realization. "I think you don't have any confidence in yourself."

"Why?" Song Qiulian asked with an ashen face.

"You were the one who gave birth to me. You definitely don't have any confidence in yourself anymore because you feel that with your genes, you won't be able to give birth to a daughter that can enter the Wealthy Class, right?"

She stared fixedly at her mother's face as it turned from green to purple. The corner of her mouth faintly parted into a faint curve …

Yu Sanshun, who was stunned at the side, was finally distracted by the tense atmosphere and asked: "Xiao Ya, you, are you really going to get married? It was still a big deal … The Wealthy Class? "

Her elegant hands slapped heavily on her father's shoulders. Jingya told him with an affirmative look and at the same time told her mother, who didn't like her, to listen together with him.

"Yes, I'm going to get married. Marry a man who has everything, you guys have a matter to rejoice about and a matter to regret about. Thankfully, I will be an eyesore in the future and I will no longer be your ATM."

Yu Jingya had never been heartless, but no one had any feelings for her. The word 'love' was a cold and stiff word that she had used in the past twenty-odd years of her life.

"Sis, you are really the pride of our Yu family …" Yu Wancheng suddenly pushed open the bedroom door and rushed out. It seemed like he heard the voices outside. Although his appearance had broken the originally stiff situation, it also caused him to enter a deadlock.

"Sis, it's so good to be able to marry a rich person, but …" He hesitated for a moment, then looked up to Lili and whispered, "Brother Tengyu, what should we do now that you are back?"

Perhaps there is a person who grew up with you, the two of you passed through the ignorant years side by side, laughing together and crying together, but he is just a childhood sweetheart, that is all …

Yu Jingya locked herself in her room and kept knocking on the door, but she turned a deaf ear.

As the lanterns lit up and night gradually fell, the phone's ringtone cut through the silence of the night. However, it did not cut through the congealed thoughts.

Wang Fei's "Obscurity" was sung a few times before she indifferently picked up her phone and picked up the call. With such indifference, she didn't even see who had made this call.

"..." "Hello?" A weak voice, filled with a worrisome fatigue.

"Let's meet up." Ye Beicheng suggested with a calm and nonchalant tone, no guilt could be discerned from his tone.