C1 To Marry the Man from the Rumors

"Father, do you really want me to marry Young Master Lu for Wen Yayue?"

Wen Chuyi sat on the sofa with an indifferent expression on her delicate and small face.

She looked at the two people in front of her and only spoke after a long time.

Wen Xinrong did not expect her to speak so directly. He was a little embarrassed. "How can you speak? "How can this be for your sister? The Lu family is the biggest family in Lin City. It's a great fortune for our Wen family to be able to climb up to the Lu family!"

Wen Chuyi pulled the corner of her mouth in a mocking manner. That's right. The Lu family was invincible in Lin City. Lu Bojian was still Young Master Lu.

However, this young master was a famous "madman" in the Lin City.

It was rumored that he was extremely irritable. Those who provoked him were all brought up, and some people in the entertainment circle had even disappeared without a trace.

Wen Chuyi raised her head and looked at the woman who was dressed in red beside Wen Xinrong. She tilted her head and said gently, "Oh, then this fortune should be given to my good sister."

When Yang Shihee heard her say this, she instantly became anxious. Her daughter was going to marry a famous rich young master in the future. How could she let that madman from the Lu family ruin her!

She took two steps forward and almost wanted to pinch Wen Chuyi's shoulder. "Chuyi, I know you don't want to marry either. But you also saw your sister's look of resistance. She even went to the hospital! " You can't leave her to die! "

Speaking up to this point, Yang Shihee seemed to recall her daughter's miserable appearance of attempting to commit suicide. She even squeezed out a few drops of tears. Her tears were hazy. Those who did not know would think that what she said was true.

"This time, it really is the Wen family's crisis. If you don't marry into the Wen family, then it will be over! As a member of the Wen family, you don't want your company to go bankrupt after so many years of hard work, right?"

Wen Xinrong saw his wife's delicate appearance and his eyes were full of pity. With a worried face, he said to Wen Chuyi, "Your sister already looks like that. How can you bear to let her marry again?! I know it was my fault that I did not care enough about you in the past. As long as you can marry, I will listen to you no matter what you say in the future!"

Wen Chuyi saw these two people performing a good show in front of her and felt disgusted in her heart.

Wen Xinrong wanted the Lu family's financial support, but he could not bear to part with Wen Yayue. He turned a blind eye to Wen Yayue pretending to commit suicide and going to the hospital, but used this matter to kidnap her morally.

She suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for herself. They could not bear to let Wen Yayue marry, so they were willing to let her marry, right?

Could it be that she, Wen Chuyi, was not the daughter of the Wen family?

Wen Chuyi's almond eyes that were supposed to be full of smiles flashed a trace of sadness.

In the past, she had thought of ways to make herself the best, hoping to let her father see her, the elder daughter of the Wen family. She really did not know what she had been up to back then.

In their hearts, she was just an item to be traded...

Wen Chuyi lowered her head and pulled the corner of her mouth. The expression in the eyes of the Heiyao was as clear as a stone. It was unpredictable. In the end, it became cold.

She raised her head and stared at Wen Xinrong. She said, "Alright. I agree to marry Lu Bojian, but you have to agree to one of my requests."

"What is it?" Wen Xinrong and Yang Shihee asked together. Yang Shihee looked at Wen Chuyi with caution, afraid that she would cause trouble.

"Give me five million." Wen Chuyi said calmly.

"What?!"

When Yang Shihee heard that she wanted money, she was not in a good mood and her voice became sharp.

Wen Chuyi curled the corner of her mouth and her face was full of ridicule that was different from the usual gentle and kind expression.

"The capital given by the Lu family is not just a mere five million, right? What, do you want the Lu family to see a joke, or do you want Wen Yayue to marry you?"

Yang Shihee stopped messing around. She stretched out her hand and shook Wen Xinrong, afraid that she would mistreat her precious daughter.

Wen Xinrong gritted his teeth. What she said was right. Of course, the money given by the Lu family would be given. It's not just five million, In fact, it was dozens of times more than the amount given by the Lu family.

However, looking at Wen Chuyi's expression, she did not want to give it to her. She would not compromise with this money. He could not let Yayue marry that man.

As for Wen Chuyi, thinking of her mother who looked exactly the same as her, Wen Xinrong agreed immediately, "Okay! When the Lu family funds come, I will give the money to you."

"That won't do. I want it today. When the Lu family's funds were in place, it was hard to say whether she would be able to get the money back.

Wen Chuyi did not back down even a step. She was forced to marry a madman that everyone knew. She could not even guarantee her own safety.

This step, she would not retreat no matter what.

"You!" Wen Xinrong originally wanted to say a few more words. The moment he saw Wen Chuyi's calm gaze, he felt inexplicably afraid. He changed his words and said, "Okay, I will get the secretary to prepare right away. I will give it to you in the afternoon, okay?"

Wen Chuyi stood up, her long eyelashes slightly lowered. She looked down at the two of them, "Just send it to my place of residence."

After saying that, Wen Chuyi lifted her foot and left without a trace of reluctance.

This house, after Yang Shihee and Yang Shihee's mother stepped in, there was no place for her to stand anymore.

After Wen Chuyi left, Wen Xinrong clenched his fists and fiercely smashed the tea table. His eyebrows stood up. "Unfilial son!"

He was so angry that his chest kept rising and falling. He did not look like he was confessing at all.

Yang Shihee followed his anger and looked at Wen Chuyi's figure. When she thought of the five million yuan, her eyes were full of hatred and unwillingness.

That five million was enough for her to be in the wealthy circle of Lin City for a long time! If she took this money, how could those snobbish women look down on her status!

Thinking of Wen Chuyi's mother's identity that caused her to suffer injustice, The hatred in Yang Shihee's eyes grew stronger as she gritted her teeth and stared in the direction of the door.

...

The next evening.

Wen Chuyi was brought to Lu Bojian's room by a group from the Lu family.

She sat in the room and looked at the unfamiliar decorations in a daze.

She married just like that...

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little sad.

It was said that the young master of the Lu family was mentally ill after his parents got into a car accident. No one had ever seen his true face before.

What if he fell ill later and beat her half to death...

A cool breeze blew over and Wen Chuyi shivered.

Crack.

The door behind her opened.

Wen Chuyi's back stiffened. Her eyes were tightly shut as she slowly turned around. She silently prayed in her heart that she would not hit her...

Wen Chuyi slowly opened her eyes.

When she saw the man in front of her clearly, a trace of surprise flashed across her eyes.

The man was very tall and tall. His body was tall and straight, and his black hair gently rested on his forehead. His face seemed to be exquisitely carved and perfect, and he was exceptionally handsome. A pair of eyes that were like black jade stared at her, and his gaze was deep, as if he wanted to suck someone in. Wearing an expensive suit on his body, it made him look even more noble.

However, his entire body emitted a domineering aura that prevented strangers from approaching him.

This man was Lu Bojian?

He did not look as irritable as the rumors said. Instead, he had a hint of nobility.

Lu Bojian saw Wen Chuyi in the room. His footsteps paused slightly.

The person that Wen family sent over was actually her...

A light flashed in his dark eyes.

The man closed the door and walked closer. Wen Chuyi took a step back uneasily, her gaze somewhat evasive.

She felt that the dangerous aura on Lu Bojian's body earlier had relaxed, but her nervous mood did not relax because of it.

She had never been in a room with a man, not to mention the fact that she had never been in a room with a man. It's the situation now.

"You..." Wen Chuyi was about to speak when a sound came from outside the door.

The man looked sideways and frowned.

He extended his arm and gently brought Wen Chuyi to the bed. Wen Chuyi was shocked by this sudden action and almost cried out.

The man said "sorry" in her ear and then said to her: "Cooperate with me."

Wen Chuyi had not recovered from her shock. When she heard that, her face was at a loss. She asked, "Cooperate with what?"

When the man saw her lost look, he lightly laughed and whispered into her ear, "The old lady is outside the door. She wants to confirm our... voices."

Wen Chuyi finally understood. Her face instantly turned red. Her earlobes were bright red and there was even a touch of pink on her neck.

She looked at the man in close proximity. Only then did she realize that there was a mole at the end of his eye. It made him look sexy.

Her face was full of his warm breath, and the cold fragrance emitted from the man's body lingered at the tip of her nose. She avoided looking at him, not daring to look at him.

Lu Bojian looked at Wen Chuyi's shy reaction and smiled. It was rare for him to smile. His words were teasing and he asked in a low voice, "Miss Wen, do you know how to act?"