Mr. Feng saw her blushing and shy look which made him feel itchy. He couldn't help but grabbed her hand and held it in his palm: "When will you move here? Move out of Gong Beize's house as soon as possible.
Otherwise, he will say that I took advantage of him..."
In fact, why does Mr. Gong care about this? This person is just an excuse.
"..." Yang Qianyu put her head aside and didn't want to pay attention to him.
She was thinking about this issue when she went to bed last night.
Although the relationship between the two is harmonious, she really has no idea of living together for the time being.
Perhaps it was because she had become accustomed to freedom and independence in the past few years and did not want to be restrained by others, or perhaps the obstacles between them had not been eliminated, and she was afraid that something would happen in the future - in short, she did not want to change their living conditions so quickly.
"Well... I've thought about it. When I have more money, I plan to buy the villa of Master Gong directly."
"What do you mean?"
Seeing his stern face, Yang Qianyu quickly comforted him: "Don't be angry first, listen to my thoughts."
"you say."
"I know how you feel about me, but for now, it's not the time for us to get back together in a high-profile way. I have my own place to live, and I feel more at ease and settled."
"I think you drank too much poisonous chicken soup."
Poison Chicken Soup often says that women must have their own house and maintain personal and financial independence.
Even if the couple quarrels, they still have their own place to stay.
His face was serious and his tone was unhappy, "Even if we quarrel, there are several floors above and below the Royal Garden. You can't - no, it's me. Can I walk? I promise I won't be in your eyes."
It turns out he knows quite a lot.
Yang Qianyu smiled and looked at him, "I'm afraid if you speak nicely now, when your temper gets worse, you'll scold me and get out."
"How can it be!"
She smiled softly: "Mo Yan, there is no need to argue about this issue. I may change my mind in the future, but now I really want to have my own space."
Feng Moyan still couldn't accept it.
He has been waiting for this day for too long.
It's hard to warm her heart and bring her back to you, but you still have to live in two places, how can this be done!
"If you feel that living together now is unfair, then we should go through the remarriage procedures immediately - no, to be precise, register the marriage."
Because Yang Qianyu's identity no longer exists in a legal sense.
Her name is Ruan Qing now.
Although I don't know how she obtained this new identity back then, this is indeed her current identity.
Therefore, he had to marry this woman named "Ruan Qing" for the second time.
But their relatives and friends all understood that this was a remarriage.
Fisher Fisher mentioned this matter yesterday, and Feng Moyan had been thinking about finding an opportunity to speak, but he didn't expect that the opportunity was right in front of him.
"Qianqian, since you already understand my feelings for you, let's make a decision. We have been delaying it for four or five years, so don't waste any more time."
Feng Moyan held the woman's hand tightly, his handsome face looking sincere.
Yang Qianyu stared into his deep and charming eyes, and for a moment, her heart was indeed moved.
But Yang Guohua's threat still rings in his ears.
The carriage became quiet, Feng Moyan was waiting for her eagerly, and he could see the embarrassment, hesitation and struggle in her heart.
In fact, this result was better than he imagined.
He originally thought that this woman would refuse without hesitation.
After a long time, Yang Qianyu pulled out her hand, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she said slowly in a low voice: "Why do you have to get married... That piece of paper can't guarantee anything."
"Of course! That piece of paper will allow me to change my name and stand beside you."
She suddenly said, "You can't stand up now."
"..." Feng Moyan was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke.
She also realized that she had gone too far, and quickly explained: "I...I don't dislike you now, but I really never thought about getting back together with you. Please give me more time."
Feng Moyan knew that these were all excuses.
She must still have many concerns in her heart, so she doesn't want to be tied to him so early.
After thinking about it, he simply found a step for both of them: "Okay, I'll give you some more time. Anyway, I've been waiting for so long. And you're right, I should mention it to you after I can stand up.
This matter should be planned in advance and a proposal ceremony should be held. You can't get married twice, it's like a child's play."
What he said is true.
The wedding that year was sponsored by Mr. Feng.
At that time, Feng Moyan misunderstood her, but she didn't bother to explain, and simply showed that she was a vain and hypocritical money-worshiping girl who only married him for money and status - the two of them never held a formal wedding at all.
After the two families had a meal, she moved into Feng Moyan's territory.
There was no proposal, no big banquet with guests, not even a single appearance together as husband and wife.
She is like a shady underground lover who has been Young Mistress Feng for three years.
Now that the two have settled their differences, if they want to get married, they should naturally make up for the shortcomings of the past, let her be the most beautiful bride, and tell everyone that she is very happy!
Yang Qianyu imagined that scene and shook her head: "I don't have those obsessions, and you don't have to keep them in mind."
"That's not okay. If others have it, you have to have it too."
She didn't want to continue this topic, so she listened to his insistence and didn't respond.
When I got home, the children happily welcomed me out. The chubby Dundun was running so tremblingly that he was so cute.
The warm sunshine in winter makes everything bright and beautiful.
The family of five was finally truly reunited.
Aunt Rong greeted you at the door and said with a smile: "Welcome home, sir. Madam, the kitchen has prepared lunch. It is very sumptuous. Today is a good day and we want to celebrate it grandly."
Yang Qianyu looked at the ambiguity in Aunt Rong's eyes, blushed on her cheeks, nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Rong."
Feng Moyan raised his eyes and looked at her: "Aren't you unwilling to marry me? I think you are a pretty good hostess."
Before he finished speaking, the woman pinched his ears and said, "That's enough!"
The man did not run away, but raised his voice to stop the three brothers and sisters who were running towards the villa: "Xixi, come and save dad! Mom is bullying dad!"
The three children turned around when they heard the sound. Yang Qianyu was so shocked that he immediately let go and stared at the man.
So cunning!
"Mom! Don't bully dad, he looks so pitiful!"
"Huh! Mom is so gentle, so she won't bully dad. Dad must have made mom angry again!"
"Mom, why did daddy make you angry? I'll help you teach him a lesson!"
The three little ones ran back cheering and playing around, chattering around the two of them, and even slapped, pinched, and screamed at someone in a decent manner.
"Dad, girls are for protection!"
"Yes! Kane said that boys should be gentlemen! Do you know what a gentleman is?"
Yang Qianyu was dumbfounded by the children. When she heard her brother mention Kane, she became nervous and looked at someone hurriedly.
Fortunately, his naivety is only in front of himself.
When it comes to children, at least I don't act that strongly.
"Okay, okay! Go back and eat!"
"Dad, let me push you!"
"If you can't push it, I'll do it!"
"Together we will!"
Feng Moyan quietly pressed the electric button of the wheelchair, cooperated with the children's efforts, and walked happily towards the villa.
Yang Qianyu followed behind.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
With a smile on her face, she looked down at her phone and saw it was a landline number.
"Hello, hello..." She started to speak, but she didn't know what was said there. The smile between her eyebrows suddenly froze, and she looked at the men and children who were walking away, with a complicated and depressed expression.