After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

Chapter 324 Cherish It Well

Perhaps he dared to be so unscrupulous because he guessed that I would feel pity for her?

Indeed, Xu Cui Rong is such a person who is good at seizing opportunities and pressing forward step by step!

He stared at the back of her head for a long time until he finally let out a long sigh and decided to let go temporarily to give her space to calm down and heal her injuries.

At this moment, the voice of a little maid came from outside the door, interrupting the long-standing silence in the room.

"Young Master, Young Madam, Miss Five came to visit and said she had something important to discuss with you two!"

Song Yanyi was upset when he heard the news: "What good thing is going to happen to us at this time?"

"According to the servants, the Fifth Lady looked very anxious, as if she had encountered some troubles. She hopes to see you two as soon as possible."

Not long after he finished speaking, a petite figure rushed in from outside the door, shouting something inaudible.

Cui Rongrong hurriedly stood up and went to greet her: "Sister Xian'er, what's wrong with you?"

Song Xian'er cried and threw herself into her friend's arms, "My father actually wants to marry me to a scumbag like Meng Huaichuan. Isn't this going to ruin my life? I might as well just commit suicide!!"

His words were filled with grief and anger.

Xu Cui Rongrong didn't react for a while, and waited for a long time before she remembered that it should be the young master of Ding'an Marquis's house who was notoriously useless...

"Brother, you have to make the decision for me. Don't let me be ruined by this loser. Please save me or I will regret it for the rest of my life!"

After hearing this, Song Yanyi, who was originally planning to continue blaming his sister, couldn't help but soften his attitude.

Faced with the youngest child in the family crying in despair, I could only bite the bullet and say a few words of comfort to find out what was going on.

After hearing these words, Xian'er immediately raised her head, her eyes almost burning with anger. She slammed the table hard, her voice full of reluctance and anger: "Why should I sacrifice my lifelong happiness? You don't care about my inner feelings at all, you only care about your own interests! You can marry the person you like, why do you ignore my life and death wishes!"

The man opposite frowned and asked coldly: "Who do you like? Do you have a suitable candidate in mind?"

This question left Xian'er speechless for a moment.

For a moment, she didn't know how to answer, and the anger in her heart was replaced by helplessness.

Her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she couldn't speak.

Therefore, she could only hide in Cui Rong's arms again and cry loudly: "I don't want to live anymore... Even if I die, I will never marry that idle Meng Huaichuan!"

Looking up at the man in front of her, Cui Rong frowned slightly and asked with a worried tone: "Is there really no room for maneuver? Can't you think about it again?"

The man sat on the armchair, slowly adjusted his sitting posture, and said in an indifferent but firm manner: "Since the two families have reached this decision, if there is no sufficient reason to object, then we must follow the arrangements of our parents. Besides, although the Meng family is a large family, the family structure is very simple, without so many complicated etiquette. Although the Marquis is very strict with himself and has been fighting outside for a long time and rarely goes home, Meng Huaichuan is his only child. In addition, the old lady has a kind and generous personality. Isn't it a good choice to live in such a simple environment?"

After hearing this, Cui Rong nodded slightly: "Now that I hear this, it seems that this arrangement is still acceptable."

Xian'er stared at Cui Rong with eyes wide open, unable to believe that she didn't stand on her side: "Cui Rong, how could you say such a thing! You don't support me!"

Tears flowed uncontrollably once again.

Cui Rong gently wiped the tears from her cheeks and patiently explained: "It's not that I don't support you in pursuing true love, but since you haven't met that person yet, it's not a bad choice to avoid complicated interpersonal conflicts in the future. For someone like you who is straightforward and easily emotional, a simple and plain family atmosphere is actually more suitable for your growth and survival."

After a pause, Cui Rongrong continued, "What's more, the last time I met that young marquis, although he was a little naughty, he behaved sincerely and openly. In the future, he may be able to bring you unexpected and wonderful experiences."

Yan Yi, who was still immersed in depression, looked even gloomier when he heard this: "What do you mean by that? Do you think I'm not good enough?"

Suddenly, facing such harsh questioning from her elder brother, the air in the room seemed to freeze, and even Xian'er's sobbing stopped.

Looking at her brother's livid face, the girl felt a little scared and uneasy.

"Maybe... maybe she has a point..." she thought silently in her heart.

Seeing this, Cui Rong gently patted the back of the other person's hand and comforted him, "The spring hunting season will begin soon. You may be able to meet this young marquis again at that time. After further communication, you may change your mind, right?"

"I have no interest in meeting that person."

Xian'er muttered a refusal, but this time her tone was not so firm.

As the tense and oppressive atmosphere in the room gradually spread, Xian'er secretly glanced at her brother. After finding that his face was extremely ugly at the moment, she touched her nose involuntarily and weakly said that she wanted to leave: "I want to go out for a walk."

When her best friend was about to stand up and accompany him, she was gently but decisively rejected, "Don't bother, I can do it alone. You just stay and accompany my big brother."

Finally, he added mischievously: "You know, there are many girls who dream of becoming his wife. You are so lucky to have such a fate, please cherish it!"

After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.

Cui Rong was left standing there in a daze, with bewilderment and confusion on her face.

She felt a chill coming from behind her, as if a gust of cold wind was blowing through the room, causing her back to tighten unconsciously.

She turned around quickly and met the other person's sharp eagle-like eyes. A shudder suddenly surged in her heart, as if she was being pinched by an invisible hand.

He stood up, each step he took was extremely firm and heavy, and the air seemed to become dull with his footsteps.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but there was no trace of a smile. The bottomless darkness in his eyes was like a ghost that had just awakened from the depths of hell, which made people feel depressed and uneasy.

"Marry me, do you think you are wronging yourself?"

A low and slightly hoarse voice slowly emerged from his throat, and every word struck her heart.

His kindness to her had almost reached the point of indulgence, and now this indulgence had made her even more unscrupulous.