You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 242
Wen Qing'er held the spoon tighter and tighter, biting her lip, uttering the words hidden in her heart with difficulty and anxiety.

"The person Qing'er likes is Ying Yu, the young master of Yongwei Hou Mansion."

Seeing that Mrs. Lin just stared at her without speaking, Wen Qing'er was flustered for no reason.

She knew that her mother had always wanted to find a son from an ordinary family to be her husband. She didn't ask for a mansion or wealth, but she wanted her to be safe and happy in this life, and everything went well.

But if she really married into the Marquis of Yongwei, it would have nothing to do with these two words.

Not to mention anything else, just say that Ying Yu used to wield knives and guns in the military camp all day long. If she fell and got injured, would Wen Qinger be okay?
If her mother disagreed, she really didn't think about how to persuade her mother.

Wen Qing'er was thinking wildly, but Lin's soft voice interrupted Wen Qing'er's thoughts: "How is the young master treating Qing'er?"

Wen Qing'er was stunned for a while, and looked up at Lin, seeing that her mother was not angry, Wen Qing'er couldn't help but turn from worry to joy.

"A Yu treats Qing'er very well! Qing'er comes first in everything. In short, apart from mother and elder brother, no one treats Qing'er better than A Yu!"

"Then why does Qing'er like the young master? Haoerlang in the capital is not just the young master,"

Lin held her chin, smiled and looked at Wen Qinger's excited little face.

Wen Qing'er's cheeks floated two red clouds, and she twisted the spoon with her fingers to stir the noodle soup in the bowl back and forth, frowning and thinking for a while before she said.

"My mother asked Qing'er what she liked about A Yu, and Qing'er couldn't think of it for a while. Qing'er didn't care about appearance, status, and wealth. Qing'er liked A Yu."

"If you really want to list one, two, three, Qing'er can't tell the difference. If you like it, you like it. There is no reason."

Seeing Wen Qing'er's shy face and the little pride she had when talking about Ying Yu, Lin's heart was also deeply shocked.

In this flashy world, it is rare for Wen Qinger to be so sincere.

Desires and favorites are more or less mixed with other things, some for fame, some for profit, some for appearance, and some for talent.

Thousands of reasons are mixed in it, and how much thought can be given to true love!

Even Lin himself, how much of his love for Wen Zhao really came from the heart?
It's just a vague good impression, the persuasion from his parents, and Wen Zhaozhen's pretended concern.

It was only then that she got married in a daze, but now it seemed that it was nothing more than endless karma and resentment.

If the young master is as sincere as Wen Qing'er, why would Lin be unwilling?

I only hope that Qing'er and the little Hou Ye will sing in harmony. From now on, they will only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals.

"Mother doesn't know much about Qing'er's A Yu, but mother won't give up my daughter so easily!" Lin Shi squeezed Wen Qing'er's little hand on the table, and said with a straight face, pretending to be annoyed.

Wen Qing'er held Lin's catkin instead, and leaned closer to coax Lin in a soft voice: "Qing'er is not willing to part with mother! Mother can stay with Qing'er for a few more years, so I can't make A Yu too proud, lest she be unhappy. Know how to cherish!"

"That's what you said!" Lin joked: "Then when Wen Qing'er becomes an old girl, let your Ayu come to propose marriage! The left and right mothers are not willing to marry their daughters!"

Lin thought that Wen Qing'er would agree as a joke, but Wen Qing'er was not willing, she shook Lin's arm and said coquettishly: "Mother, this is impossible!"

(End of this chapter)