"Jing Xin, since the Fourteenth Prince said he wants to marry you, later when we go back, let's consult Yuela to see what dowry needs to be prepared. If Yuela knows that you are marrying the Fourteenth Prince, she'll definitely be happy for you."
Pfft!
The gentle voice of Qu Tan'er had just faded when Mo Jingxuan, who had just sipped his tea, sprayed it out forcefully. Mo Liancheng's words had already been overwhelming enough, and with Qu Tan'er adding fuel to the fire, he nearly choked.
"Eighth Sister-in-law, you must be joking, right?" Mo Jingxuan promptly sat up straight and asked warily.
"What joke? Since you've said it yourself, how can we refuse? Let's not choose another date but the day after tomorrow. It's a bit rushed but still doable," Qu Tan'er glanced at him sideways and spoke even more seriously. You want to play, right? Then she would play along; she did not believe that Mo Jingxuan would actually dare to nod in agreement to marry Jing Xin.
