"I think back in the day, when you were in kindergarten, every time you were bullied, you cried your nose off and came to your brother."
"Before you know it, that little girl who cried her nose off at every turn back then is so big."
"Out and out, just as beautiful as our mum."
"If mum were still around, she would be happy to see her daughter so beautiful and moving."
......
In the room, there was silence.
Only the breeze from the window, wrapped in Mike Jones' whispered words, was there. Jones' low, slow words blew softly through.
Mike Jones He was talking so much that he felt he had never said more in his life than he had today.
As he spoke, Angie's eyes reddened.
There were tears streaming down their faces.
As if seeing his sister in tears, Mike Jones reached out and gently gave her a hand. Jones reached out and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, smiling softly and said, "Silly girl, why are you crying?"
"It's the big day."
"It won't be pretty if you cry again."
An Qi didn't say anything, and just sat quietly, letting her brother brush her long hair.
"Young master, the Chu family's wedding procession has arrived."
"The Chu Family's young master is already waiting at the gate."
At this time, a subordinate came in from outside and reported to Mike . Jones and reported.
Mike. Jones nodded his head, "Hmm, I know."
"Tell Young Master Chu that it will be ready soon."
After dismissing the servant, Mac. Jones also quickly combed Angie's long hair.
"Sister, see how my brother's handiwork is."
"Nice, isn't it?"
"After all, I've been combing your ponytail since you were a little girl, so I've perfected my craft."
Mike. Jones chuckled, boasting.
Angie nodded and gave a soft hmph.
"Come on, sister."
"Brother will lead you there."
Once everything was ready, Mike. Jones took his sister's hand and started out the door.
However, as he was about to walk out of the room, Mac. Jones's steps suddenly stopped.
The sunlight fell, casting shadows on his forehead, making his expression invisible.
Angie wondered why her brother had stopped walking.
After a short silence, Mike Jones suddenly whispered. Jones suddenly whispered.
"Sister, actually your brother I don't have any big ambitions."
"Compared to reviving the family, what I want more, is for you and father, to be happy and prosperous."
Mike. Jones spoke in a low voice.
There seemed to be an inexplicable emotion in the words.
Angie froze in her tracks, her emotions mixed.
She did not know why her brother was suddenly saying this, but from his words, Angie could clearly feel that her brother cared for her.
At that moment, Angie suddenly felt that she understood her father and brother somewhat.
The resentment she felt towards them had undoubtedly faded.
If it was possible, she really wanted to stay and help her father and his family to realise their dream of revival.
But now, after all, it was not possible.
Angie really couldn't accept it, marrying someone she didn't like and becoming his wife.
"Brother, goodbye."
Angie's beautiful eyes flushed red as she whispered in her heart.
An Qi knew very well that this time, most likely, would be the last time she and her own brother would see each other.
If the plan was successful, they would naturally not see each other again.
If it failed, Angie would kill herself on her wedding night.
With her own death, she would defy this marriage of her family.
The first half of her life had been tragic enough.
She had been kept in a small courtyard by her family and spent her days in solitude.
She did not want to spend the rest of her life in pain and suffering.
She wants to go out, she wants to be free, she wants to spend the rest of her life as she wishes.
If not, she would rather die.
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Outside the gates of the Jones family.
There were ceremonial music and flowers in full bloom.
Dozens of limousines were parked in front of the gates, stretching for a thousand metres.
The sound of the rituals shaking the heavens.
And before the wedding procession of hundreds of people, there was a young man, standing proudly with his arms folded.
He was dressed in a white suit and had a dignified appearance.
Between his eyebrows, there was a sense of pride and ambition.
He looked like a prince on a white horse with a sword, who had come here to pick up his princess.
This man was the son of Chu Zhengliang, the head of the Chu family, Chu Qi Tian!
He stood in front of the Jones family gate, looking at the red carpet that stretched deep into the manor in front of him, but in his heart there was a great deal of pride brewing.
"Father once said that if I could conquer the young princess of the Jones family. In the future, I will be able to conquer the world."
"Haha~"
"This day, I have waited for a long time."
"Today, it has finally arrived."
"After this night, not only will I be able to get a beautiful wife, I will also be able to get a powerful help in the future."
"And from my father, I will even be able to get the Jones family to help me to reach the top of Chu Mun Mountain in one go!"
"By then, the kingdoms of the Kyushu world will all be within the reach of my father and son?"
"Haha~"
Under the gate of the manor, Chu Qi Tian could be described as windy and proud, full of complacency and arrogance.
He felt that soon, he and his father would be at the pinnacle of world power.
"Chu Tianfan, Chu Tianfan, no matter how much you have been crowned as a member of the Heavenly Generation, no matter how much you are favoured by your grandmother, so what?"
"The one who laughs at the end is still not me, Chu Tianqi?!"
"The one who can truly be on par with the heavens is still not us, father and son?"
"Today's result only shows that I, Chu Tianqi, am the proud son of Heaven."
"Even the great grandmother only has eyes that are blind~"
When one is proud, the first thing one remembers is one's opponent, right?
Chu Qi Tian was a noble man, and since he was young, the only person he could call a rival was probably Ye Fan.
To be honest, Chu Qi Tian had nothing but contempt for Ye Fan, and he was also jealous.
After all, back then, the old dowager of the Chu family had even enthroned Ye Fan as a descendant of the Heavenly Generation.
Even now, the old dowager of the Chu family still only had that country bumpkin in her eyes, and not him, Chu Tianqi.
However, what could be done if he did not bear it?
In the end, the Chu family will still fall into the hands of their father and son.
In the future, he would still be the one to control the endless power.
Just as Chu Qi Tian was feeling smug, the door to the Jones family room opened with a bang.
The door of the Jones family's house opened with a bang, and the crowd could only see Mike Jones holding a woman. The crowd saw Mike Jones walking out slowly on the red carpet with a woman on his arm.
The woman was dressed in a long snow-white dress, her beautiful face hidden beneath a white veil.
Her delicate body and white jade skin.
At this moment, it was as if An Qi had stepped out of a painting.
Dreamy, yet intoxicating.
Boom boom boom~
The salute sounded again and pink flower petals floated down all over the city.
In the midst of countless gazes of amazement and longing, Mike Jones took his sister's snow-white petals to the city. In the midst of countless gazes of awe and longing, Mike Jones handed over his sister's white wrist to Chu Qi Tian.
"Qi Tian, from now on, my sister will be in your care."
"I hope that you will treat her well."
"Protect her for the rest of her life, and be happy and carefree."
Mike. Jones spoke softly.
Chu Qi Tian nodded with a smile and immediately said, "Don't worry, Brother Mike."
"If she is my wife, I will treat her with all my heart."
"One day, if I am king, I will make her my queen!"
"I will take her to see the beauty of a thousand mountains and enjoy the prosperity of the world!"
Chu Qi Tian said proudly.
After saying this, Chu Qi Tian also took An Qi and got on the wedding carriage.
Together, they headed to the Chu Family Manor on the Chu Gate Mountain!
After the caravan left, Mike Jones stood in front of the door. After the caravan left, Mike Jones stood in front of the door and stood there for a long time.
He looked at the grass and trees in front of the gate and walked along the stone path that we had once trod together.
It was as if time had passed, and he saw the quirky little girl again, and heard her childish laughter.