At this moment, Ying Aoshan met Huang Xiaolong's gaze, finding his eyes as clear as a sky washed by rain, completely devoid of jest, even unnervingly sincere.
Instinctively, Ying Aoshan nodded vigorously, biting back tears, she said, "Aoshan... Aoshan of course is willing..."
"Humph! Playing-act!" Bian Yizhi was relentless. "Kid, since you set a trap for me, then today, this young master will stay with you till the end! You're willing to take Ying Aoshan as your wife or concubine, right? Good! Bring forth pen and ink!"
Bian Yizhi waved his hand, looking at Old Master Lin.
Of course, the Lin family didn't dare to offend Bian Yizhi, so a table was immediately brought over by a servant.
Bian Yizhi walked over, personally ground the ink, and spread a sheet of rice paper, swiftly like a rain-triggered cloud, after asking Huang Xiaolong's name, he actually wrote out a marriage contract on the spot!
