Greetings, Ninth Uncle

Chapters 77 - 80

Lin Qingyuan suddenly felt uncomfortable. His memory was particularly good, and he almost immediately remembered that Marquis Jingyong was originally Cheng Yujin's fiance.

This...the original fiancé married her second sister and was very loving towards his wife. No wonder Cheng Yujin couldn't stay with other family members in the main hall and had to walk out quietly. Changed to him, he also couldn't stay calm.

Lin Qingyuan felt that Cheng family's approach was truly inappropriate. No, it was inappropriate to the extreme! Eldest miss Cheng was so smart and sensible. In his Lin family, she would be a jewel on everyone's palm, like the moon surrounded by the stars. However, in Cheng family, she was forced to bear an original sin that was not her fault. When she grew up, she had to give up her marriage to her younger sister. Now that her younger sister, former fiance, and other family members were in harmony, she had to take the initiative to avoid them. Lin Qingyuan was so angry. He really wanted to take Cheng Yujin home so that she didn't have to suffer such an injustice anymore!

Lin Qingyuan's heart suddenly jumped wildly.

Bring Cheng Yujin home?

Lin Qingyuan's heart suddenly jumped wildly. Bring Cheng Yujin home?

Cheng Yujin continued: "Actually, I have no remaining feeling towards Marquis Jingyong. Anyway, he doesn't like me. Since my sister likes him, and he also likes my sister, it is best to bless the lover with the marriage. What am I to hinder them? I am feeling happy for them. However, the later situation is too difficult for me."

Lin Qingyuan was made stunned by his sudden thought. His heart was still jumping wildly now, and his blood was boiling hot. He felt himself to be very rude—how could he have such thought towards eldest miss Cheng? However, feelings didn't always follow rationality. Once the thought arose, Lin Qingyuan could no longer control it.

He kept thinking. His mother had urged him many times to get married. Although his father didn't express explicitly, both parents clearly hoped that he would marry a wife soon and have children of his own. Both of his parents were from a family of scholars, and they were fond of a knowledgeable, gentle, and virtuous woman the most. Although Yichun Marquis Manor wasn't a scholarly family, eldest miss Cheng was well-learned, well-read, and had a gentle temperament. If his mother met her, she would surely like eldest miss Cheng.

Lin Qingyuan realized that the more he thought, the wilder his imagination became. He desperately put a stop to his own imagination. Just then, Cheng Yujin spoke again, and Lin Qingyuan used this chance to ask: "Why is it difficult for you?"

"Lin Zhuangyuan doesn't understand?" Cheng Yujin laughed. "After an engagement is broken, which good family will come to propose again? It actually doesn't matter to me, anyway, I have been alone my whole life. However, I don't want to drag my family down. If I stay in the house, how can my later nephews and nieces get a good marriage? Therefore, my grandmother found me a widower. The man has lost his wife a year ago and has not yet remarried. Grandmother said that his age is older and his son isn't young anymore. But since I can be his legal wife, this is a good marriage. If my situation is dragging on, even becoming the second wife of a widower will be impossible. Moreover, because the other party already has a son and heir, my pressure is reduced a lot. Anyway, this marriage is no more than changing a place to live.'

The more Lin Qingyuan listened, the angrier he became. How wronged was eldest miss Cheng to become a second wife? The other party had been married once, and even his son was no longer young. How old was this man? Lin Qingyuan's mind subconsciously portrayed the image of a forty or fifty years old man with a big belly, and his frown deepened even more.

Cheng Yujin obviously had no psychological burden when she smeared Zhai Yanlin's image behind his back. After all, she didn't tell a single lie. Zhai Yanlin was indeed older than her, and his son was six years old, not young.