C8 To Marry Her Is to Take Responsibility

"Let's go." Without any room for negotiation, she directly rejected him.

"Then what do you want? Do you want to stay in this family for the rest of your life? " Soong Qiulian stood up with her hands on her hips. She looked extremely annoyed.

"Am I your own daughter?" Yu Jingya stared coldly at her mother. "Perhaps, you are my biological mother?"

She had been studying this question for 20 years, starting from the age of 8.

"I'm not your mom. Do you think you fell from the sky?"

"You are my mother. When have you ever done your duty as a mother?"

As soon as Soong Qiulian finished speaking, Yu Jingya questioned. In her opinion, at least, no other family would have such a sorrowful daughter like her.

"When you were just born, your grandmother said that her family had to strangle you to death. I'm the one who left you with your life!"

Heh …

"Thank you, I can't thank you enough!" She smiled coldly. Back in the family war twelve years ago, she knew that the reason her mother had kept her was because she hoped that she would be able to get married in the future.

Now, her selfishness from the beginning could actually become an open and honorable responsibility of hers.

"If you're really grateful, then tomorrow …"

"I'll be leaving this house soon. I'll be gone for at most seven days!" Before she could finish, she was interrupted by her mother.

"Where to?"

"Marry."

Ha ha, Soong Qiulian laughed heartily, "Yu Jingya, who are you trying to trick? Will you get married? To whom? Who will marry you? "

"Believe it or not." She didn't bother to explain too much and slammed the door shut.

He slumped down on the study table, but before he could catch his breath, the door was knocked once more.

"Yu Jingya, I heard you're getting married? Is that true? Are you really getting rid of the title of leftover woman? "

The voice could tell that it was her poor little brother, Yu Wancheng.

His questions were filled with mockery. He had always been infuriated with his mother, which was why he was causing trouble everywhere. Yet, he was still the caring little cotton-padded jacket that his mother had always kept in touch with for a long time!

He didn't even believe she would get married. Was she really that bad? Would they think it was normal for her to have to marry for the rest of her life?

It didn't matter. Even if the entire world didn't believe it, there would always be one person who would believe it.

Yu Jingya quickly dialed Yin Mo's number and went straight to the point, "Momo, I'm getting married …"

"Are you talking in your sleep?!" Du du... Before she could elaborate, Yin Mo had already hung up.

Lying flat on the bed, he let out a long sigh. Marrying Ye Beicheng was a bit like a myth, because no one would believe a myth.

… ….

Phantom, Xiangyang City's largest nightclub.

The neon lights were flashing, the DJ sounds were deafening, the couples on the dance floor were dancing, and the unfamiliar body parts were rubbing against each other. It was extremely extravagant and chaotic …

Brother Mo, listen to your brother, this woman can only sleep, and you can't compare yourself to her. If you want to compare yourself to her, then you'll be done for.

In VIP booth 1, Ye Beicheng was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. In his hands, he was holding a glass of 'peerless beauty' and tasting it absentmindedly.

Also in the same room was his best and most loyal brother, Ouyang Feng. At this moment, he was trying his best to persuade Ouyang Feng to never let this go wrong and to never let this go wrong.

In Ouyang Feng's eyes, marriage could only be summed up in two words — grave.

Last winter, he was buried in a grave. No matter what, he couldn't let his best bro be buried here!

"It's her first time, so it's only right for me to marry her." Finally, Ye Beicheng, who was silent for a long time, opened his mouth. A faint trace of affirmation flashed across his black eyes.