Chapter 426: 426: Did She Say She Wants to Marry You?

(Chapter Twenty-One)

Luo Ziling showed no sign of surprise and continued to sip his tea leisurely.

“What do you mean by that, Mr. Fang?” he asked, his words light as air during a pause in his tea-drinking, “You’re not Qingyin’s anything, so what right do you have to make such demands of me? Qingyin is already of age; even if you were her something, you’re not entitled to make such demands.”

“Because we are about to get engaged.” Fang Dongxun looked at Luo Ziling with pride. “She’ll be my fiancée soon, and I don’t like my fiancée to spend time frequently with other men. You should know, there’s a term that describes this situation—it’s called being cuckolded. I certainly don’t want people to think I’ve been cuckolded.”

Luo Ziling, taken aback by Fang Dongxun’s blunt words, couldn’t help but laugh, “Did she say she wants to marry you?”

“Our Fang Family and the Yang Family are preparing to unite through marriage!” Fang Dongxun declared and downed a cup of coffee before continuing, “She will marry me in the future, and I believe you understand that.”

“Did she say she wants to marry you?”

“Her father has already agreed, and the Yang Family is willing to unite with our Fang Family through marriage.”

“Did she say she wants to marry you?” Luo Ziling repeated mechanically for the third time, his eyes growing cold as he spoke.

“Does it matter?” Fang Dongxun, after a moment of confusion, said mockingly, “I’m sure you understand, in a powerful family, one’s own opinion is the least important.”

Luo Ziling smiled as if relieved, “Well, that’s fine. Since she hasn’t said she wants to marry you, then you have no right to marry her!”

Fang Dongxun paused, beginning to realize that the man before him was a tough nut to crack. Frowning, he retorted, “Has she said she wants to marry you?”

“No,” Luo Ziling shook his head.

“Exactly!” Fang Dongxun’s face twisted into a sneer again, “She hasn’t said she’d marry you, either. The families have arranged our marriage, so you should just back off. This matter doesn’t concern you, and I won’t allow you to keep mingling with Qingyin.”

“You’re not qualified to say that,” Luo Ziling laughed, “unless she says she wants to marry you. She hasn’t said she wants to marry me, but she also hasn’t said she won’t marry me, so you’re not in a position to make any demands of me.”

Fang Dongxun was somewhat befuddled by Luo Ziling’s statement. After thinking hard, he was still not entirely clear, but he grew angry, “Are you planning to oppose the Yang Family and the Fang Family?”

Now it was Luo Ziling’s turn to wear a mocking expression, “I had thought Mr. Fang was an upright and honorable man. To think, after a few words, you resort to using your family background to intimidate.”

Fang Dongxun took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, “So, what do you plan to do?”

“I’ll make a phone call first,” Luo Ziling said, pulling out the iPhone 7 that Ling Ruonan had bought for him, and called Yang Qingyin.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

As soon as the call connected, Yang Qingyin’s gentle voice came through the receiver, and Luo Ziling immediately switched on the speakerphone.

“Senior Sister, I have a question for you, are you planning to marry Fang Dongxun, Mr. Fang?” Right in front of Fang Dongxun, Luo Ziling directly asked Yang Qingyin that question.

On the other end, Yang Qingyin was clearly stunned for a moment and didn’t respond for a while.

But Luo Ziling didn’t ask any further; instead, he waited patiently, glancing sidelong at a somewhat shocked Fang Dongxun.

“What are you blabbering about?” After a moment, Yang Qingyin’s voice came through, tinged with annoyed embarrassment, “Junior, what’s wrong with you? Haven’t I told you? Fang Dongxun and I are just good friends; I’ve never thought about marrying him. Even if my family arranges it, I won’t agree. If it comes to that, I’d rather not be a part of the Yang Family.”

“Oh my god, senior sister, you’re saying things that move me so much,” Luo Ziling almost laughed out loud before he continued speaking into the phone, “Senior sister, I have to treat you to a big meal tonight no matter what because you’ve nearly brought me to tears.”

Not knowing that Luo Ziling was having coffee with Fang Dongxun, Yang Qingyin thought he was just teasing her and couldn’t help but giggle, “You’re such a tease, junior, always playing these silly games. Alright then, I’ll be waiting for your big dinner tonight. How about treating me to a movie after we eat?”

“No problem, I’ll do whatever you want to.”

“Okay then, let’s leave it at that. I have some stuff to deal with here, we’ll talk later, I’m hanging up now; people are watching me.” After saying these gentle words, Yang Qingyin hung up the phone.

After pocketing his phone, Luo Ziling said to the stunned Fang Dongxun, “Mr. Fang, you should have heard clearly now, Qingyin said she has never thought about marrying you. If her family forces her to marry you, she would rather not be the Yang Family’s daughter. I think, since she is so reluctant to marry you, you definitely won’t force her, right?”

“Hahaha,” Fang Dongxun burst into laughter after being stunned for a moment, “Mr. Luo truly has some moves, you charmed Qingyin so quickly, I’m impressed, very impressed!”

“No, you’re wrong,” Luo Ziling corrected seriously, “I didn’t deceive her, I never lie to her, I treat her sincerely, so please don’t slander me!”

Fang Dongxun’s smile got stuck.

At that moment, the private room door was gently knocked, and the waiter came in with their meal.

After taking a couple of deep breaths, Fang Dongxun bellowed with a powerful voice, “Come in!”

Several waiters, trembling, brought in the meals they ordered.

Luo Ziling, who was already hungry, thanked them and immediately grabbed his portion, devouring the food voraciously.

He was a bit worried Fang Dongxun might get so angry that he would kick him out and then he’d have to look for another place to have lunch.

Money wasn’t the issue; it was just too much trouble. Looking for somewhere to eat on an empty stomach wasn’t very comfortable—often times, Ziling was rather stingy.

Fang Dongxun didn’t start eating; instead, he watched Luo Ziling who was enjoying his food with cold eyes. With his life experience, he couldn’t figure out the young man before him. In the end, he could only say with a bit of anger, “I don’t get it; Mr. Luo gets along so well with the Ouyang sisters, and they think highly of you, why do you still pursue Qingyin?”

“So you’re saying, because I’ve had top-quality Longjing, I can’t eat this delicious meal?” Luo Ziling pointed at the meal in front of him that he’d almost finished, “I’m friends with Ouyang Feifei and Ouyang Huihui, does that mean I can’t pursue other women? That logic seems a bit off. What do you think, Mr. Fang?”

Fang Dongxun didn’t expect Luo Ziling to use such an analogy and couldn’t find a reason to refute it.

In the end, he could only give a cold laugh, “Aren’t you being a little too greedy, Mr. Luo?”

“Not at all?” Luo Ziling said with an innocent face: “They want to be friends because they think I’m handsome and outstanding. It wouldn’t be polite to refuse them, right?”

“Cough… cough,” Fang Dongxun choked.