"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Another clueless woman is trying to latch onto your dad—quick, take her down!"
The Little Demon King replied imperiously, "This Young Master will take *you* down first!"
"Oh no, Little Prince, someone wants to be your stepmom and will mistreat you every day."
The Little Demon King replied imperiously, "Scolding is caring, nagging is love! This Little Master enjoys it, so what business is it of yours?"
Suddenly, all the netizens were dumbfounded. "..."
Why is this confrontational Little Demon King protecting the daughter of a murderer?
While the little guy was online arguing with netizens, he took purposeful little steps, pulling the elderly lady along to the address provided by the matchmaking TV station: the Su Family mansion. He knocked on the door.
After the butler opened the door, the little guy pulled the old lady inside and immediately spotted Si Mingjing standing in the courtyard.
"Great-grandma, it’s her! This Little Master’s woman!" The little guy immediately boasted, pointing at Si Mingjing.
Hearing the noise, Si Mingjing vaguely had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the next moment, she saw the little fellow whose fracture she had healed charging at her like an excitable husky.
"Bad woman, this Little Master has finally found you! Weren’t you going to abduct me? Why did you leave without saying goodbye? I don’t care! From now on, you’re this Little Master’s most treasured woman!"
What in the world?! Si Mingjing couldn’t dodge in time and couldn’t stop her lips from twitching. This little rascal truly never failed to say something outrageous.
Just then, the butler came in to report that guests had arrived—the matchmaking candidates. This shocked Su Cheng so much that he dashed out from the living room, grabbed hold of the Old Madam who was sizing up Si Mingjing in the courtyard, and asked in horror, "Old Madam, your grandson, Mo Yinhe, is he really going to marry Si Mingjing?!"
The little guy immediately glared, his eyes wide. "Not my dad, it’s this Little Master!"
Su Cheng looked completely bewildered. What...?
The little guy huffed. "If they hadn’t said that this Little Master isn’t of legal marriageable age and doesn’t meet the matchmaking requirements, I wouldn’t have used my dad’s name!"
Su Cheng was still full of questions. "So...?"
The Old Madam explained with a smile, "I’m sorry, this child has been spoiled by us. We came specifically to express our gratitude to Miss Si."
Su Cheng was still utterly confused.
The Old Madam walked up to Si Mingjing, her gratitude overflowing. "Miss Si, thank you for your help. I really don’t know how to thank you enough."
Si Mingjing smiled faintly and picked up the little rascal.
"It’s alright, it was nothing. Perhaps I share a bond of fate with this child, but about the matchmaking..." She was just trying to ruin Song Pianlan’s plans, not offer herself up.
The Old Madam explained with a smile, "Oh, you see, this child of mine is very protective. When he saw his savior being attacked online, he couldn’t stand it and called the TV station’s matchmaking hotline using his father’s name. Miss Si, why don’t you just borrow his father’s reputation for a while? Once this blows over, you can find an excuse, like a personality clash, to call it off. That way, everyone saves face, and it would also be our way of repaying you for saving his life."
Isn’t the Song Family trying to use marriage to blackmail her grandson into marrying Song Pianlan? This is a perfect chance for the child’s prank to thoroughly humiliate the Song Family! Hmph, they study medicine not to save people, but to exploit situations for their own gain. The Old Madam looked down on such a family. On the other hand, this girl before her had saved someone yet sought no credit for her good deed. The more the Old Madam looked at her, the more she liked her.
Si Mingjing listened to the Old Madam’s explanation, a bright light glinting in her eyes. Just borrowing his reputation? Well, that wasn’t too bad. Wasn’t he the man Song Pianlan had racked her brains trying to marry? If the Song Family found out, wouldn’t they be furious?
A crafty glint flashed through Si Mingjing’s eyes. Suddenly, she felt a bit tempted... What should she do?