Chapter 69 Jiang Yong's marriage

When such a thing happened, Jiang Ting was naturally no longer in the mood to go shopping with Sun Yun. She apologized to Sun Yun and Sun Zhongmin and went back home with Jiang Yong.

On the way back, Jiang Ting looked at Jiang Yong with a worried face and couldn't help asking, "Dad, what are you going to do about this today?"

Jiang Yong looked at Jiang Ting calmly and said with a smile, "Ting'er don's worry. I will go to Wenfu tomorrow to apologize."

"No, I mean they really just want you to apologize?" Jiang Ting frowned and said, "Dad, I always feel that there is something in the Wen family."

"She is married. You have to call her Mrs. Zhao." Jiang Yong corrected Jiang Ting's name.

Jiang Ting nodded helplessly and continued, "Well, it's unreasonable for Mrs. Zhao to say her identity in public just now. Dad, do you think they want to stay in our house?

Jiang Yong looked at Jiang Ting with a funny smile and asked, "What does she want to rely on?"

Jiang Ting said, "Dad, if she didn't say anything at that time, others wouldn't guess their identities at all, right? At least, if you don't show your face, gossip won't spread to them. Doesn't she care about the innocence of the little sister of the Wen family when she explains her sister's family so clearly? Think about how much gossip has to spread about a little woman who is held in his arms by a foreign man in public? She didn't want to cover up and not say anything, and insisted on showing her identity in public. Isn't this gossip even worse? Anyway, I think Mrs. Zhao must be responsible for her little sister by doing that.

With that, Jiang Ting glanced at her father strangely. She sighed in her heart that although her father was a little older, he was only 32 years old. He was strong and handsome, and looked very powerful. Jiang Ting looked carefully and found that his father was a little deeper except for the "chuan" pattern between his eyebrows, which seemed to be very good for the scene. On the contrary, a mature man like him is more likely to form a special attraction to some little girls.

Alas, no wonder Li Zhuer has been crazy in her room that day. It turns out that Dad is also very rich.

Jiang Yong laughed at Jiang Ting's strange sight, nodded her forehead and said anly, "You girl, why do you think so much at such a young age? Well, Dad has his own plan for this matter. Wen Hanlin is a very generous person, otherwise he would not have been a six-grade Hanlin official for more than ten years. I will go to see him in person tomorrow, and I don't think he will be too difficult for me. Even if as you think, Mrs. Zhao's behavior is very harmful to Miss Wen. At worst, I will go to Wen's house to hire her and marry her.

"Ah?" Jiang Ting couldn't help exclaiming, "Dad, you are going to marry a woman you haven't met yet!" No, how can this work? I don't agree!"

"Where did you get so many disagreements?" Jiang Yong patted Jiang Ting on the head, and then said indifferently, "What happened today, it's your father and I was wrong first. As you know, if a daughter's family hurts her reputation, she will be sad in the future. If Miss Wen has been married, I will apologize to the Wen family and then go to her fiance's house to explain it well and try not to affect her future. But if she is not married, if this matter spreads, it will naturally be difficult for her to find a good marriage. It's better for me to marry her and give her a lifetime of wealth.

Jiang Ting was stunned and suddenly became discouraged. She took Jiang Yong's arm and said, "Dad, why do I always feel that Miss Wen should probably not be married? The matter of our return to Beijing is not to be low-key. Now which one doesn't know that you are looking for a successor room so that we can set up our Jiang family again? Mrs. Zhao, I'm afraid I've seen you before. This time, I will recognize you, so I just take the opportunity to rely on our house for her little sister. After all, according to common sense, it is not easy for the little daughter of a sixth-grade official to marry into Houmen as a housewife.

Jiang Yong nodded to Jiang Ting with a smile and said, "It's not bad. This time I know how to use my brain seriously. In fact, I didn't plan to find an official daughter as a step-in-law, but I felt that they had been spoiled since childhood, and it must be difficult to support our family. In this case, it's better to follow the wishes of the Li family and marry Li Zhuer into the house and raise her as an idle person. Anyway, the Li family dare not say anything about how we treat her. However, this time, the little sister of the Wen family does not look as delicate as an ordinary little lady, and her eldest sister is also a powerful figure, so she might as well follow their wishes. However, in the final analysis, it's my first failure. I can't let a little woman drown in the saliva of idle people in the capital.

"But Dad, you haven't seen what she looks like. What if she is ugly?" Jiang Ting pouted and said, "If she is ugly, after marrying you, give birth to a few ugly brothers and sisters for me, then who should we cry from?"

"You are really... I also know Wen Hanlin. Although she is not young, she also has an elegant and good appearance when she is young. And Mrs. Wen is said to be a dignified and beautiful woman when she was young. Moreover, Lord Wen has not taken a concubine so far, and I think Mrs. Wen is a very capable person. Their daughter should not be much worse.

Jiang Yong told Jiang Ting everything he knew about the Wen family. In fact, he had understood Mrs. Zhao's thoughts and knew that he could not run away from this marriage. Therefore, he specially chose good words to coax his daughter. Since she can't escape, she can't let her daughter plant grudges on her future stepmother first. If the two don't get along well in the future, it will be bad for her daughter to suffer losses.

"Well, let's talk about it, Lord Wen is a 'strict wife'. Looking at Mrs. Zhao's powerful appearance, I think that the little sister of the Wen family is not a gentle person. Dad, if you really marry someone, you can't just care about your wife and don't care about me as a daughter!"

Jiang Ting also knew in her heart that there was no room for this matter, so she said tricks to make Jiang Yong happy. In fact, if Jiang Yong is the kind of irresponsible man, he will rely on his identity to suppress the Wen family to do this matter. I guess others dare not dare to say anything. But the problem is that he is not. He is not only responsible, but also very responsible. Since he has determined that he is at fault in today's matter, I'm afraid that no matter what harsh demands the Wen family make, as long as it does not violate the principles in his heart, he will definitely agree.

"Do you say that about your father?" Jiang Yong pinched Jiang Ting's nose angrily and smiled and changed the topic with her with a smile.

The next day, Jiang Yong really brought various valuable gifts to the Wen family. Jiang Ting waited impetuous all morning at home, but when it was time for lunch, she asked someone to go to the front yard to ask questions, but Jiang Yong had not come back yet.

Jiang Ting was more worried. Although she had a conclusion in her heart, she still wanted a miracle to happen. Dad has suffered so much, how can he marry a woman he has never met as his wife just because of an careless hug? She also thought that there was a good woman who could pull her father out of that infatuated and sad relationship!

I waited so restlessly for dinner, and finally someone came to report that Jiang Yong came back. Jiang Ting hurried all the way from Yueji Courtyard to the main courtyard, but when she rushed into the main room, she did not see Jiang Yong. She casually pulled a subordinate to ask, and then knew that after Jiang Yong came back with a heavy drink, she rushed into the ancestral hall behind the courtyard.

Jiang Ting was even more worried. She didn't care about the embroidery and Zhihua behind her. She picked up her skirt and ran to the ancestral hall. But before rushing into the door of the ancestral hall, Jiang Ting stopped and dared not walk in.

In the ancestral hall, Jiang Yong held Li Yuer's ranking and fell to the ground, with a painful and ferocious tears on his face. And the low roar from his throat was like a trapped beast, which was painful and unbearable to look directly at.