Rejecting their family’s marriage proposal and then seeking other matchmakers to find the perfect husband, isn’t she blatantly slapping him in the face? This arrogant woman is really something, challenging his limits time and again.
He suppressed the anger in his heart, his fists clenched tighter and tighter at his side. He turned his head and said disdainfully, "It’s better if you marry, so you won’t keep thinking about it."
With that, he left the front hall.
Upon hearing her brother’s insincere words, Chu Huan curled her lip, predicting the day he would regret it.
After watching her son leave, Madam Chu raised her eyebrows and joked, "My lord, with your years of experience, where has our son gone off to?"
Master Chu stroked his chin and said with profound meaning, "With the husband’s years of experience, our son has gone to cause trouble."
The two of them then snickered together.
Chu Huan couldn’t help worrying for her brother, with such scheming parents, their children wouldn’t know how they might be ruined.
Like father knows son, and Master Chu was right. Chu Lian returned to his own residence and immediately called for his personal attendant.
His gaze turned sharp, "Acheng, give the order. No matchmaker in the city is to advocate for Miss Wang, and remember to keep it subtle, so no one notices."
"Yes, young master," Acheng promptly left the room after receiving the order.
A wicked smile appeared on Chu Lian’s face; he wanted to see how this stubborn woman would choose a suitable husband now.
But then, the image of her crying face, like a pear blossom bathed in the rain, flashed before his eyes. Would she cry if she found out he was the one sabotaging her?
He had no time to ponder, as a knock came, "Young master, the mistress sent the maid with something for you."
The Little Maid set the object down and left the room.
Chu Lian frowned upon seeing the object; his mother was stirring up trouble again.
In just a few days, that stubborn girl had won over the entire family. Was she really so likable?
They still hadn’t given up and sent over the portrait of that stubborn girl, as if looking at the portrait would make him like her. His mother really underestimated him.
He tossed the portrait aside carelessly, and as it spread out on the floor, his glance caught his own portrait.
He picked up the portrait, which was the one the stubborn girl had drawn during the contest.
Seeing the portrait flashed a thought in his mind; that stubborn girl couldn’t possibly like him, could she? Otherwise, why would she draw his portrait? He clearly remembered that day she had painted this without looking at him once, and yet she could portray him directly, which meant she had etched his features into her mind, right?
The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and he scoffed, "Hmph!"
Then he began to indulge in self-love, "I knew it, how could anyone resist my looks?"
However, his gaze turned somber, for if there were anyone who resisted, it would only be Xiaoxiao. Xiaoxiao was truly one of a kind, incomparable.
He opened the drawer and took out the calligraphy and paintings written by Xiaoxiao, beginning to copy them once more, as this was the only way to channel his affection for Xiaoxiao.
But as he continued, his expression grew more and more grim; he lost the will to write, for the image of the stubborn girl’s face kept appearing in his mind. That stubborn woman always stirred such intense emotions within him, and in a fit of anger, he threw the brush onto the floor.
When he used to copy these, he would always think of Xiaoxiao, what was happening now? He searched his mind for excuses, this must be because it’s been a long time since he’d seen Xiaoxiao, "I’ll go see her in a few days."