Mo Feiyu's expression paused. "Master Ding made a strong statement. Miss Ding has a rich body and a beautiful heart. There is no reason why she is not worthy of such a rough man like me. It's just..."
"It's just that he has an engagement." Jing Yirong suddenly continued what Mo Feiyu said while sitting.
Mo Feiyu was stunned. He turned to look at Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong ignored Mo Feiyu and looked at Ding Zhong. "Mo Feiyu does not have a wife. But this does not mean that he does not have an engagement. Mr. Ding Even if you want to be a matchmaker, you have to figure out the situation first."
After listening to Jing Yirong's words, the shyness on Ding Xiang's face gradually faded away. She looked at Ding Zhong with a little sadness between her brows.
Ding Zhong patted Ding Xiang's hand and looked at Mo Feiyu. "Is what Miss Mo Jing said true? Or is this Mo Shaoxia's excuse?"
"I'm..." Mo Feiyu was speechless for a moment. How could he, who had a gentleman's responsibility in his heart, lie in front of the martial arts people?
Jing Yirong stood up with a sneer. There was no warmth in his voice. "Master Ding is asking because he doesn't believe me."
"Ding didn't mean this. But if Mo Shaoxia is not married and uses it as a reason to reject Ding's kindness, then that's not what a gentleman would do." Ding Zhong looked at Jing Yirong inexorably.
Jing Yirong's red lips were raised but she didn't smile at all. "Although I am not a gentleman, I don't need to deceive Master Ding. Mo Feiyu does have a marriage contract. And the other party is no worse than Miss Dingxiang in terms of birth or status. "
"Would Ding be honored to know which girl it is?"
"Of course." Jing Yirong suddenly turned to Bu Chenche. "The words of Master Junqi Wang Ding have come to this extent. How can it be justified if you don't say a word or two for your adopted sister?"
In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Bu Chenche, who had been watching the show. Bu Chenche put down the wine glass in his hand and raised his eyebrows slightly. He said to Jing Yirong through lip language: Nothing good happens where you are. .
Jing Yirong ignored Bu Chenche's reluctance. He just stared at Bu Chenche with burning eyes. With his intelligence, he didn't need to explain at all. He could understand the meaning of her words just from the words she just said. But to help It's up to him whether he helps or not.
Ding Zhong looked at Bu Chenche and his attitude softened significantly. "This matter has something to do with King Qunqi."
Bu Chenche glanced at Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong's face was obviously convinced. He was not nervous at all. If he had followed his temperament, he should have ignored it and pretended not to hear. But Bu Chenche was very worried. He clearly heard the voice coming from his own throat. "Indeed, Mo Feiyu and his roommate have made a lifelong agreement. Although the identity of my roommate has not yet been announced to the world, I want to go back this time to let my roommate The identity of the princess is revealed to the world. Let my sister-in-law marry Mo Feiyu."
Ding Zhong was speechless by Bu Chenche's words. Jing Yirong felt a lot more relaxed. His eyes fell on Ding Xiang. "Miss Ding, you don't need to be sad. Not everything in this world will go your way." Think about it. Not everything, but everyone can be obtained as long as you want it. You are as beautiful as a flower when you are young. I believe that you will definitely find a suitable husband for you someday. As for some people, you should not give up anymore. I miss you."
Jing Yirong's words seemed to be comforting Ding Xiang, but there was a thorn in them. Everyone could tell that she was telling her in disguise. Don't think that you can get everything because of your identity.
"Little girl, you need to be taught." Ding Xiang lowered her head, turned around and left after her eyes turned red.
"Miss Ding." Mo Feiyu couldn't bear it and was afraid that Ding Dang would be angry. "Second brother, I never thought that things would turn out like this. I never thought that I would hurt your sister."
"Brother is serious. I will go and comfort my little sister, but I didn't know that eldest brother is already engaged. I'm here to congratulate you." Ding Dang left after saying that.
Ding Zhong glared at Jing Yirong fiercely and was invited to drink by others.
Jing Yirong looked at Ding Zhong's deflated appearance with cold eyes. She felt much more comfortable. Then she looked at Mo Feiyu who looked depressed. "Why did I do something wrong? Or are you still in love with the lady from Siyuzhuang? Why? I really want to be the son-in-law of Siyuzhuang."
"Miss Jing was joking. Miss Dingxiang and I just met each other once. There is no love or dislike. But now I hurt Miss Dingxiang on the spot. If my step-brother is angry with me because of this matter, I really don't know. What should we do?" Mo Feiyu attaches great importance to brotherhood, so he is afraid of hurting the relationship between him and Ding Dang.
Jing Yirong raised his eyebrows. "So you care more about Ding Dang."
"He is my adopted brother. Of course I care about him." Mo Feiyu replied seriously.
Jing Yirong smiled meaningfully and poured himself a glass of wine. He tasted it carefully. Bu Chenche suddenly placed the wine bottle in front of Jing Yirong. "You seem to owe me an explanation."
"You need my explanation." Jing Yirong looked at Bu Chenche casually. "Actually, you know better than me. I gave you the opportunity to choose whether to help or not. If you were unwilling to help me just now, I couldn't help you. How are you? So I can take your action as a willingness to help."
"You are quite shrewd. You have wiped out all my credit in just a few words. But Jing Yirong, why do you think I will help you in this situation?"
Jing Yirong's eyes fell on Bu Chenche. "I don't know. I have never thought about why I think so. I only know that you will help me. You will definitely help. If you want a reason, I will give you such a reason myself. I can't find any. But it turns out that my idea was right. You will indeed help."
Bu Chenche was speechless. Jing Yirong's confidence was like stepping on his own weakness. Now for him, there is no other woman who can do anything like this. I am afraid that besides Qiao Shuang'er, she is the only one with Jing Yirong. Dressed up.
Jing Yirong drank the wine in the glass and spoke again. "I know you will help because I know that if you are the one who needs help today, I will take action. Just like you knew you fell into my trap." Normally. Even if I fell into your trap, I would still help you. This is my confidence."
Bu Chenche looked at Jing Yirong and smiled without realizing it. Their positions were indeed opposite. But so what, it did not affect their occasional 'use' of each other. Just because in this world, if they could Meeting another self will be much more intimate than facing thousands of strangers. In their eyes, the other person is another self.
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After the dinner, most of the people left. Only some drunk people stayed in Siyuzhuang again. Jing Yirong had asked Nalan Zhijin and Mo Feiyu to start packing their things and leave early tomorrow morning. Siyu Villa.
Ding Zhong returned to his residence and remembered everything Jing Yirong showed at the banquet. He angrily spilled all the tea on the table. Even all the guards around him withdrew. The sharp eyes were full of energy. Killing intent. Jing Yirong. Damn Jing Yirong actually dared to be so unruly in front of so many people. How dared not to take him seriously. He needs more than just the Yumo Sword now. He wants more. Jing Yirong's life. He would make Jing Yirong's life worse than death.
There was a sudden knock on the door. Ding Zhong shouted angrily, "Everyone, get away."
"It's me, sir." Haitang's voice came cautiously from outside the door. Ding Zhong said no more. Haitang knew that he had permission and boldly entered the house. As soon as he stepped into the house, Ding Zhong grabbed his collar and hit her hard. and fell out.
"Ah." Haitang screamed in pain. Her body fell on the glass fragments, and the skin was torn by the fragments. Haitang looked at Ding Zhong in fear. "Master. Master, I..."
"Bitch, what are you doing here?" Ding Zhong stepped forward and grabbed Haitang's hair. "Didn't I warn you never to step foot into my residence?"
"Master, please forgive me. Please forgive me." Haitang trembled and hurriedly explained. "I just came here to tell you something about the woman named Jing."
After hearing Haitang's words, Ding Zhong let go of his hand. "Jing Yirong, you actually know her. Why do you still know something about her?"
"That woman knows everything. She knows everything." Haitang asked Ding Zhong for help regardless of the pain in her body. "She knows the fact that Ding Dang is a woman. She also knows that Ding Dang has become your killing tool. She also asked me, master, how did you use the jingle as a murder tool?"
"You told her." Ding Zhong's deep voice was filled with murderous intent.
Haitang shook her body. "No. No. Master, how dare I."
"I'm sorry you don't have the guts." Ding Zhong glared at Haitang. "Jing Yirong is Jing Yirong. He actually knew everything about my Siyu Villa in just a few days. It seems that I can't stay even more now. She got it."
"Master, how are you going to deal with her? She knows too many things. If she lets Ding Dang know that I know the truth, everything we have will disappear." Haitang still forgot about her glory at this time. For this woman, she actually only has herself in her heart. "Master, your birthday has passed. If you still think of a way to make Jing Yirong stay, I'm afraid it will be even more troublesome to find her next time."
Ding Zhong stared at Haitang and then laughed. A glint flashed in his eyes. He stepped forward and raised Haitang's face. "Haitang, you are so smart. Your words really made me think that there should be a reason for Jing Yirong to stay. But this has to be I need your help."
"My help." Haitang looked at Ding Zhong doubtfully.
Ding Zhong's hand slowly moved from Haitang's face to her neck. "Of course I need your help. As long as you die, Jing Yirong will naturally not be able to leave."
"Master..." Before Haitang could finish her words, Ding Zhong broke her neck. There was still pleading, fear and consternation in her eyes. She probably would never believe that she died at the hands of this woman. In the end, the glory and wealth she wanted disappeared.
For more than ten years, the wealth she gained with her daughter's inhuman life was ultimately nothing more than a mirror.
Ding Zhong knelt down and put his hands on Haitang's still wide eyes. "You can do one more thing for me even if you die. You should be satisfied. Now that you are dead, I have a reason to keep everyone." A prostitute actually dares to think about glory and wealth. If the bitch you gave birth to had not been of some use to me in the past ten years, how could I keep you today?"
There was no emotion in Ding Zhong's fierce eyes. He pulled out his sword from the wall and slashed it across Haitang's face. "I want you to die without any peace. I want you to die without any dignity. Just How dare you threaten me with your child? The more miserable your death, the stronger Ding Dang's fighting spirit will be, and Jing Yirong will not be able to escape easily."