Fuso, Kyoto, Nanjia.

In an old and impressive old house covering an area of ​​several hectares, an old man stood in the corridor. His hair was slightly gray and neatly erect. He was wearing a gray kimono. The corners of the kimono were embroidered with a southern Chinese character similar to ancient seal characters.

The word family pattern.

Holding a handful of fish feed in their hands, the koi fish swung their tails and guarded the pond to fight for food.

The old man's eyebrows were strong, and he had developed a temperament of calmness and self-restraint due to being in a position of power for a long time. He opened his mouth and said with a cadence in his voice: "She hasn't admitted her mistake yet?"

"Yes... Miss has been locked up in the attic for three days and is still on a hunger strike."

"You really don't know how to show appreciation." Nan Shihui said coldly, clenched the bait in his hand, slipped it from his fingers and sprinkled it on the surface of the pool: "Yayan... your daughter is a bit too undisciplined.

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The middle-aged man next to him lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.

"However, it is an outside species, and it cannot be corrected after several years." The old man lowered his gaze and stared at the koi in the pond. There was an obviously thin koi in the pond that couldn't compete for food and was squeezed into a corner.

: "I want to see...how long she can last. Let someone bring her some water. Keep an eye on her, but don't let her die...she is still useful."

"Yes." The middle-aged man held his breath.

"No matter what, her surname is Nan now. Since she eats from the Nan family, lives in the Nan family's house, and bleeds the Nan family's blood, she has to do her part for the Nan family. This is the only thing she can do.

It's something." Nan Shihui glanced at her son: "Go and persuade her. As long as she is willing to bow her head and apologize, I can forgive her once... Otherwise, it won't be a simple matter of suffering a little pain and then it's over."

He sprinkled a handful of bait and let the koi fish scramble and roll in the water. One koi carp was squeezed out of the pond and landed on the pebbles beside the pond, beating hard.

Nan Yayan bent down and sent away Nan Shihui, the head of the Nan family, as if sending off a leader.

He straightened up, feeling a little dizzy. On the way, he called the servant at home: "Go and give Mahiru some water."

The maid said in surprise: "Can you just give me some water? The lady hasn't eaten for three days..."

"Just give me some water." Nan Yayan said, took out a small bag from his pocket and handed it to the servant, emphasizing loudly: "I can only give you some water, do you understand?"

"...Yes." She understood.

Nan Yayan was about to walk out.

"Why don't you go and see the lady yourself?"

"...What's the use of going there?" The middle-aged man shook his head, sighed bitterly, and walked away. Compared with Nan Shihui, who was over seventy and still as strong as a bear, he was as thin as a tiger.

Like a sick cat.

The maid brought water to the attic and walked up. Through the wooden cage, she could see the increasingly haggard face of the girl inside.

She was sitting on her knees on the ground. She looked very weak after not eating for several days, but her posture was still upright and her temperament became more prominent.

Anyone who sees it will feel from the bottom of their hearts that she is a lady from a famous family.

She is indeed a famous lady... in the eyes of people outside the Nan family.

As if she heard something, the girl did not open her eyes, but asked calmly: "Is it Azi?"

The maid put down the water glass in her hand: "Miss, drink some water... I feel very sad when you ruin your body like this."

"Who asked you to bring water?" Mahiru did not answer, but asked: "Is it the head of the family?"

"...Hmm."

"Then I won't drink."

"Miss, even if you don't want to agree, there is no need to ruin yourself like this."

"I know this is stupid, but it is also the method of resistance I can choose." Mahiru said calmly: "Other than that, what else can I do? Let it go and become a surrogate bride? This is not the result I want...

...If I drink this bowl of water, it represents a compromise, and I have no room for compromise now."

The maid was very anxious, and she whispered: "Drink a little, and no one will notice you if you take a sip."

Mahiru shook his head, how could such a little cleverness be useful?

There is no one guarding here, but invisible eyes must exist. As long as you compromise a little or are lucky, you will definitely be seen through.

Trying to play tricks on someone who is more than three times your age is definitely a smart move.

"Miss, please at least hold my hand and I can feel my pulse." Azi added.

This time Mahiru didn't insist anymore and stretched out her hand, which was quickly held by Azi. She felt something was stuffed into her hand, and it was covered with the furisode.

"I'll wait for you to go out, Miss." Azi said softly: "When you go out, I will buy you your favorite Japanese confectionery."

Mahiru was thoughtful and silently retracted her hand: "Thank you, Azi..."

"The young master said it." The maid added in a low voice, then stood up, picked up the water glass, and walked away with three turns.

Mahiru sat on her knees on the ground, with a slightly complicated look on her brows.

Father, he is still as cowardly as ever.

It's always been like this, never changed.

Although he knew to ask Azi to bring pastries, he didn't dare to resist his father... Only when the other party agreed to bring water did he dare to secretly stuff something over.

This is not considered flexible... If someone had sent it secretly earlier, she could have shown happiness, but now she couldn't. She only felt a little sad and a little sad.

This means that she expects Nan Yayan to refute Nan Shihui's impossible fantasy for herself.

She also knew that her hunger strike was just a temporary measure.

It is impossible for him to disobey Nan Shihui's wishes.

In the end, she will become a surrogate bride and marry off her sister Nansha Zhiwai.

What will happen if you marry someone in the past?

You don’t need to guess to know that it will definitely be bad, because...

She raised her hand and touched her eyes.

She has no vision.

Apart from being Nan's eldest daughter, she is simply a burden.

In this way, she can neither be the matron of the family nor a virtuous wife, nor can she win any benefits for the Nan family. The only meaning of her existence is to serve as a victim and become the link between the interests of the two families.

Mahiru didn't even know who she was going to marry. She had only heard about it a little bit, and she also understood the man Nanji Teru. It was absolutely impossible for the family leader to really cooperate with each other for a win-win situation, and it was more about using each other.

When the interests of both parties are inconsistent, they will confront each other again...then they are destined to become unfortunate victims.

What's worse...she is even unable to resist her upcoming fate.

She knew clearly that there was a hell of discarded goods ahead, but she could only run towards the end of her destiny like a doll lying on the conveyor belt.

This feeling made her desperate and suffocating.

She threw the cake in her hand heavily, feeling a little out of control. At this moment, she was angry.

It’s just...

The cakes that were thrown away didn't land on the wall for a long time, and disappeared like a mud cow sinking into the sea.

"This cookie tastes good. Don't you think it's a pity to lose it like this?"

A strange voice that I had never heard before sounded.

A bit frivolous, a bit casual, a bit chic.
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