The Time-Limited Love and Marriage
Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Chapter 120

Just as Jiang Yuqing was staring at Jiang Moxi, wanting to say something, Zhao Guangmei suddenly asked her quietly: "Yuqing, what’s wrong?"

Zhao Guangmei had been paying attention to her daughter Jiang Yuqing for quite a while now.

Jiang Yuqing’s personality is lively, and she loves to talk.

In the past, when she came to the old house, she was the best at making Granny Du Yuke happy.

But today, while others have been chatting away for quite a while, Jiang Yuqing is still dazed and distracted.

Zhao Guangmei couldn’t help but worry if the child was ill.

"I-I’m fine," Jiang Yuqing came back to her senses and couldn’t help but quietly ask Zhao Guangmei, "Mom, do you think Moxi really knows Jhiang Heting?"

"It’s possible that she knows him; consider Jhiang Heting’s background, there are many who know him. Even if she doesn’t know him personally, a quick look at the encyclopedia can fix that. The key is whether Jhiang Heting acknowledges her. But think about it, she grew up in that kind of remote village; how could she possibly know someone like Jhiang Heting?"

Zhao Guangmei’s words also seemed quite reasonable to Jiang Yuqing.

Before the age of sixteen, Jiang Moxi lived in a poor mountain village where not even birds would care to fly over.

After turning sixteen, although Jiang Moxi returned to the Jiang Family, they never allowed her to appear at formal events, let alone come into contact with someone of Jhiang Heting’s status and position.

As for the girl she saw in the Japanese restaurant who was laughing and talking with Jhiang Heting, she probably only looked similar to Jiang Moxi.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuqing’s mood also brightened up considerably.

Jiang Tairan and Du Yuke, having watched this farce, felt their initial admiration for Jiang Moxi’s natural beauty replaced by disappointment.

So, during the subsequent ancestral worship, they treated her just as they had before, relegating Jiang Moxi to the most cornered position.

After the ancestral worship ended and the young people had all left respectively, Jiang Tairan asked to speak with Jiang Guosheng and Yu Man.

"What exactly are the two of you thinking regarding Moxi?"

"Moxi is too hard to discipline, no matter what we say, she always wants to go against us!"

With the people from the second and third branches gone, the weariness on Jiang Guosheng’s face appeared less pronounced than usual.

Yu Man was even more forthright: "Others have children to bring them joy, but our child seems to have come to take revenge."

"Before, I thought about arranging a good marriage for Moxi, but she had an engagement with Young Master Fu, and she also dressed in strange ways. But now, her engagement with Young Master Fu has been canceled, and her sense of style has gradually become more normal..."

When Jiang Tairan said this, it was clear to Jiang Guosheng and Yu Man that he was thinking of arranging a marriage alliance for Jiang Moxi to contribute to the Jiang Family’s business.

Jiang Guosheng then asked him, "Old Master, which gentleman do you think would be suitable for Moxi?"

"The eldest son of the Bu Family’s main branch, Bu Xin, I think he is the most suitable for our Moxi," Jiang Tairan said, taking a sip of hot tea.

His eyes, clear of any cloudiness, were quietly sizing up Jiang Guosheng and Yu Man at that moment.

Jiang Guosheng immediately frowned: "Bu Xin? Didn’t he just get divorced recently?"

And the reason for the divorce was domestic abuse.

His ex-wife was someone in the entertainment industry who, although not very popular before, blew up the hot searches the day she filed for divorce by sharing several medical reports, alleging abuse.

Because of Bu Xin, she was left with one hand completely disabled, suffering a Fourth-level Disability, with her daily life capacities severely impaired.

The incident had caused quite a stir, especially among the upper circles of Yan City.

Many families with daughters openly declared that they would not form marriage alliances with the Bu Family, fearing their daughters could be beaten to death!

Now, if they were to marry Jiang Moxi off to that household, people would surely think that for the sake of money, they do not even care about their daughter’s life.

Although Yu Man had many complaints about Jiang Moxi, she wasn’t to the point of wanting to throw her into a pit of fire.

So after exchanging a look with Jiang Guosheng, she spoke up: "I think Bu Xin is much too old for Moxi, it’s not suitable."

"An eight-year gap, how is that too much? Aren’t you and Guosheng also eight years apart?" Jiang Tairan said.

Jiang Guosheng, seeing Jiang Tairan bringing up his and Yu Man’s age difference, decided to speak frankly.

"Elder, perhaps you don’t know that Bu Xin’s divorce was due to domestic violence. Even if we have our differences with Moxi, we can’t push her into the fire pit."

"I’ve asked Bu Xin about the domestic violence, and he said his ex-wife made it up to get more property in the divorce. You can rest assured about that."

But Jiang Guosheng and Yu Man clearly did not believe what Jiang Tairan said.

Domestic violence is definitely not groundless.

Besides, Bu Xin is not a philanthropist. If the domestic violence allegations were baseless, why would he agree so readily to pay the compensation?

Seeing that neither Yu Man nor Jiang Guosheng changed their stance, Jiang Tairan put down the tea cup in his hand.

"Actually, the Bu Family has recently acquired the land by the moat, and the best location for our Jiang Family’s project is also there. If we can secure it, I will have you in charge of that project."

These words made Jiang Guosheng and Yu Man glance at each other again, clearly somewhat swayed.

So, Jiang Tairan continued: "To tell you the truth, Bu Xin has taken a fancy to Weiwei, saying that if Weiwei marries him, he’s willing to offer us favorable terms."

As soon as this was said, Yu Man immediately rejected it: "He can dream on, Weiwei is about to get engaged to Young Master Fu."

Jiang Tairan said: "About to get engaged means not yet engaged, everything is still possible. Moreover, Weiwei is not our blood relative after all. We’ve raised her for so many years, it’s time for her to repay us."

Jiang Guosheng and Yu Man immediately understood that Jiang Tairan was making them choose between Jiang Weiwei and Jiang Moxi.

"But even if we agree, there’s nothing we can do if Moxi is unwilling."

Yu Man clearly had made her choice.

Jiang Guosheng didn’t say anything, but he didn’t condemn Yu Man either, indicating that he and Yu Man had come to the same conclusion.

"If she doesn’t agree, I have plenty of ways," Jiang Tairan still smiled amiably.

No conclusion was reached in this conversation, and Jiang Guosheng and Yu Man said they needed to go home and discuss it further.

After leaving the old house, the two went straight home.

At home, Jiang Weiwei had been waiting for them to return.

As soon as she heard noises at the door, Jiang Weiwei quickly trotted over.

"Dad, Mom, you’re back? It suddenly got windy outside, I was worried you would catch a chill, so I asked Sister Chen to make some hot milk to warm you up!"

Under the warm light, Jiang Weiwei looked soft, cute, and understanding, like the perfect daughter they had always yearned for in their hearts.

Yu Man, looking at Jiang Weiwei, naturally found it hard to let her go, but thinking of the choice Jiang Tairan asked them to make, her heart felt indescribably heavy.

"I’m a bit tired, I’ll go upstairs to rest for a bit."

Yu Man walked past Jiang Weiwei and headed straight upstairs.

Jiang Weiwei watched Yu Man go and asked Jiang Guosheng, "Dad, what’s wrong with mom?"

She actually knew that Jiang Tairan kept them at the old house for other motives.

She was just very curious about what exactly Jiang Tairan said to Yu Man to make her look so downcast.

But Jiang Guosheng obviously did not want to talk more about it: "Nothing, we’re just tired, we’re going to rest. You should head back to your room and rest early too."

After saying this, Jiang Guosheng also hurried upstairs.

Jiang Weiwei watched his retreating figure, her gaze slightly focused...