“Whether I’m worth it or not, we’ll know once we see the results later,” Tang Xiaohua said, curving her lips slightly, withdrawing her gaze to look toward the door.

Yue Jianfei watched the people coming out and asked, “Xiaohua, how is it?”

Tang Xiaohua glanced at him, ignoring the tall man, and stepped into the chamber.

Xiao Yingtao looked at Yue Jianfei, blinked, and stepped forward to follow.

Feng Jiu’er and Tang Xiaohua walked out almost in step together, also paying no attention to Yue Jianfei.

One could say that even if she wanted to pay attention to him, it wouldn’t matter—after all, the female lead’s anger hadn’t subsided yet.

Leaving the main house, Tang Xiaohua said softly, “Don’t leave today—at least stay until after dinner.”

The scene of the group leaving was much like when they had arrived.

Not far off, Jian Yi still kept watch as always.

On the main path, the three women walked at the same pace, leaving; behind them, a tall man still followed.

The difference was that everyone’s pace now was different from when they’d come in.

It could also be seen that the anger in Tang Xiaohua’s heart had truly dissipated quite a bit.

“All right.” Feng Jiu’er looked at the person beside her for a moment, then nodded.

Tang Xiaohua looked back at Feng Jiu’er, frowning slightly. “Shouldn’t you tell me what your real purpose is in getting close to me?”

Tang Xiaohua hadn’t forgotten what Feng Jiu’er had said before.

“What purpose could I possibly have?” Feng Jiu’er said with a faint smile, withdrawing her gaze. “Isn’t it just that your family is wealthy?”

“Right, just coveting our family’s money,” Tang Xiaohua nodded. “And you’ve also set your sights on my Xingchen, haven’t you?”

“It doesn’t matter—as long as you all like it, what does it matter if I have my son marry you?”

“Besides, you’re so good-looking, the grandchildren born would surely be handsome too. That settles it—marry into our family tonight, I won’t shortchange you.”

“Xiaohua, are you really going to let Xingchen marry Miss Feng?” Yue Jianfei, having heard Tang Xiaohua’s words, strode closer.

It could be said that he had been deliberately eavesdropping; at this moment, he probably didn’t want to miss a single word of Tang Xiaohua’s, not even a single character.

Jian Yi had no intention of eavesdropping, nor did he wish to interfere with Feng Jiu’er’s affairs; he had always kept a slight distance from her.

Jian Yi hadn’t heard Tang Xiaohua’s words, but he had heard Yue Jianfei’s.

Yue Jianfei slowed his pace when he was two steps away from Tang Xiaohua.

“Xiaohua, if you’ve truly decided to let Xingchen marry Miss Feng today, I’ll have people prepare right away.”

“Father, Mother, what are you two talking about? I’m getting married? Today? How come I don’t know about this?” Yue Xingchen’s voice came from not far away.

He had just been let out and, learning that his parents had both come to the main house, had brought along his little sister, Yue Qinchun.

Normally, if Yue Xingchen heard about his own marriage, he certainly wouldn’t have looked pleased.

But this time was different—he seemed to have also caught the words “Miss Feng.”

“Father, Mother, what are you discussing? What marriage is this?” Yue Xingchen was startled for a moment, then immediately quickened his pace forward.

Jian Yi glanced at Yue Jianfei, then immediately withdrew his gaze, watching Yue Xingchen approaching Feng Jiu’er.

He leapt lightly, landing just in front of Feng Jiu’er, holding his sword and watching the approaching Yue Xingchen.

Feng Jiu’er was truly helpless. She shot a glance at Tang Xiaohua, who couldn’t seem to have a proper conversation, and quickly walked over to Jian Yi.

“Jian Yi, don’t take it seriously. Master Yue and Madam Yue are just joking.”

Jian Yi was extremely anxious about her life’s major matters—he wasn’t even polite to Ninth Imperial Uncle, let alone some wealthy young master.

Feng Jiu’er came up to Jian Yi and tugged at his robe.

“Jian Yi, they really are just joking. Xiaohua is like my sister—how could I possibly marry my own sister’s son?”

“Jian Yi, Xiaohua really is joking, don’t take it seriously!”

“Not funny!” Jian Yi stared at Yue Xingchen, his breath turning somewhat cold.

From the very first moment Yue Xingchen saw Feng Jiu’er, he had taken a liking to her—naturally, the way he looked at Feng Jiu’er was different from how he looked at ordinary people.

Jian Yi had noticed this long ago.

Regardless of whether Master Yue and his wife were joking or not, Jian Yi, simply watching the impure way Yue Xingchen looked at Jiu’er, felt deeply uncomfortable at heart.

“Right, right, right, not funny.” Feng Jiu’er looked at Jian Yi’s serious profile and forced a smile, nodding vigorously.

“I think Xiaohua won’t make this kind of joke again. Don’t be angry anymore, all right?”

Tang Xiaohua was only momentarily startled by Jian Yi’s action and continued forward.

She came up behind Jian Yi and Feng Jiu’er, looked at Jian Yi, and curved her lips slightly: “Young Jian Yi, do you also like Jiu’er?”

“Looking at you, you really don’t seem like just a bodyguard.”

Jian Yi paid no attention to Tang Xiaohua, his gaze still locked behind Yue Xingchen, the chill around his body still heavy.

Feng Jiu’er glanced back at Tang Xiaohua and pulled hard at Jian Yi again.

“Jian Yi, put the sword away. Xiaohua speaks without thinking—why bother arguing with her?”

“Hurry and put the sword away, it’s not good to scare people, hurry! Or else I’ll get angry.”

Feng Jiu’er took a deep breath, looking at Jian Yi, her brow furrowing slightly.

“Don’t have any more designs on Jiu’er!” Jian Yi coldly warned Yue Xingchen, withdrawing his sword.

With a “whoosh,” before anyone could clearly see how Jian Yi had moved, the moment Feng Jiu’er let go of him, he vanished in a blink.

In an instant, everyone’s gaze turned to the rooftop not far away.

Jian Yi stood on the roof, holding his long sword, perfectly still, as if he had never left at all.

Tang Xiaohua glanced at Jian Yi, then turned her gaze back to Yue Xingchen.

“Even if he gave you a head start with both hands, you still wouldn’t be his match.”

“I told you before to work hard, and you didn’t. Now you want to compete with someone else for his wife—not a chance!”

“Mother.” Yue Xingchen, hearing Tang Xiaohua’s warning, glanced once more at Feng Jiu’er, then turned his gaze back to his own mother.

His resentful little look seemed to say: Mother, in front of others, can’t you give me a little face?

But Yue Xingchen didn’t say what was on his mind—perhaps he understood clearly enough that he truly was no match for the other man.

“All right, go see your grandfather first. Don’t disturb me and Jiu’er, Xiao Yingtao having fun.” Tang Xiaohua waved her hand.

“You still have time to work hard now—who knows, another Jiu’er might come along someday.”

“As for this Jiu’er, don’t even think about it. Opportunity only favors the prepared. Off you go.”

Tang Xiaohua waved her hand again, and Yue Xingchen, though still unwilling, could only nod, sigh softly, and walk on ahead.

As he passed by Feng Jiu’er, he couldn’t help glancing at her once more, turning his head.

Feng Jiu’er looked at him with a measure of politeness, smiled faintly, and said nothing.

As for this young master, she didn’t dislike him, but as for anyone who liked her, she had to pay a little attention to—she didn’t have that much free time to spare.

Besides, she already had a husband.