Tan Lingyin felt that Zhu Dacong's arrangement was not very good.
To send out his birthday invitation the day before the celebration, at that time, most people had already made arrangements.
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She shook her head and sighed, "If I didn't come, wouldn't you be celebrating your birthday alone"
Zhu Dacong smiled, "I knew you would definitely come."
He continued to laugh, "Because you are soft-hearted, you definitely can't bear to have me past my birthday alone."
Tan Lingyin also laughed, "I didn't expect that when Zhu gongzi also had a glib-tongue, how come I didn't notice it before"
Zhu Dacong lowered his head and held his glass.
"I don't often do this.
Mm, don’t call me gongzi, just call me by my name."
Dacong...Tan Lingyin could not call him that .
So he could only call out "Zhu dage".
Zhu Dacong smiled and nodded.
At this time, a young servant came and said, "Young Master, the matchmaker Zhang from Cuckoo Lane is here, saying that she wants to congratulate you.
She also added that there is a big happy event waiting to be told to you."
Zhu Dacong said, "Isn't it just a matchmaker Just send her away."
In terms of appearance, Zhu Dacong was dignified, and in terms of financial resources, his jewelry store had a lot of valuable things.
Such conditions were very popular with matchmakers.
Although he was not a local, there were matchmakers who came to him every other day to tell him about his possible matches.
The servant seemed to not agree with Zhu Dacong's decision, "But, Young Master..."
"Still not going"
"As you command."
After the servant left, Tan Lingyin asked, "Marriage is a good thing, Zhu dage doesn't fancy it"
Zhu Dacong's expression turned gloomy.
"It's not like you don't know about me."
Tan Lingyin was also a little distressed at the thought of his third fiancee who ‘died from depression’, but more of a sense of guilt.
After all, the source of this matter was her doing.
She didn't know how to comfort him either, so she could only say, "Zhu dage, the claim that you wanted to kill your wife is a lie, don't believe it."
"You don't believe it either"
"I do not believe."
"Then are you willing to marry me"
"..." When a girl was suddenly asked such a question by a man, even if she was as thick skinned as Tan Lingyin, it’s still a little awkward.
She blushed, looked down at the wine in the glass, and stammered, "No.
No, that’s not what I mean..."
Zhu Dacong said in a sullen voice, "In the end it’s all the same.
You also think I’m a ‘wife killer’."
"No I..." Tan Lingyin didn't know how to explain, "What I mean is that marriage matters should be dictated by one’s parents.
You and I shouldn't talk about it like this."
Zhu Dacong asked back, "You mean, if your father-in-law promises our marriage, you will marry me"
"..." Tan Lingyin found that Zhu Dacong's speech today was like throwing a knife, and the knives continuously stabbed at her fatal point.
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Zhu Dacong turned and comforted her, "I drank too many glasses of wine today.
I’m just talking nonsense, don't worry about it."
Tan Lingyin shook her head, her eyes were a little red, "Zhu dage, I...I'm sorry..."
Zhu Dacong waved his hand, "Forget it, don't talk about that.
The so-called alcohol was not strong, but she fell into an intoxicated state.
Tan Lingyin was distracted by her thoughts and didn’t control herself, and she drank a little too much.
Fortunately, she wasn't too drunk.
She was still a little conscious and could walk back by herself.
Zhu Dacong was not at ease, and personally sent her to the county government office, and then he went back in swaying steps.
Tan Lingyin carried a small jug and sang as she walked.
Tang Tianyuan stood in front of the window of Retreat Hall and saw her passing by again.
Even though there was a distance between them, he seemed to be able to smell the alcohol on her body.
Tang Tianyuan was furious.
"Tan Lingyin, get over here!"
Tan Lingyin walked into the Retreat Hall with bewildered eyes.
She already had bad eyesight, but now that she drank too much, it was even worse.
Hence, even though she had walked closer, Tan Lingyin still couldn't see his face clearly.
Dissatisfied, she took another two steps forward.
She raised her head, looked at him, face to face.
Finally clear enough.
The two were so close that they almost touched each other.
Tang Tianyuan was inexplicably nervous when he saw her looking at him so intently.
"What are you going to do"
Tan Lingyin stood on tiptoes and leaned in even closer.
Was she going to kiss me Tang Tianyuan's throat tightened a little.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at her lips.
Her cherry lips parted slightly, and slowly spit out a few words, "Tang– Fei– Long."
"I'm here." Tang Tianyuan replied in a husky voice.
He guided her patiently, "Tan Lingyin, what do you want to do"
"Do you like m– m–..." A hiccup was stuck in her throat, making her unable to say the next words.
The more direct, the more bewildered he was.
Tang Tianyuan's heartbeat was chaotic again.
He looked into Tan Lingyin's eyes, which were even more moist due to drunkenness, as if melted into spring water.
He seemed to have fallen into this spring water, unable to climb ashore again.
"I..." Tang Tianyuan parted his lips.
At this moment, he didn't know how he would answer.
Tan Lingyin's hiccups finally passed.
Tang Tianyuan's reaction was half a beat slower than usual.
He tilted his head and looked at her suspiciously before connecting her words: ‘Did you like my brother’
"..." Tang Tianyuan had the urge to slash someone with a knife.
Tan Lingyin was oblivious to his anger.
She patted him on the shoulder and raised her eyebrows.
"I warn you! If you dare have any improper thoughts about Qingchen, this old lady will castrate you!" As she spoke, she shook her fist at him fiercely, turned, and walked off.
Leaving behind Tang Tianyuan, who was breathing fire in his eyes and gnashing his teeth.
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 It’s too intimate to call someone without their surnames (or with an honorific) at this age.
Either that, or because Dacong literally sounds like ‘scallion’.
Imagine calling out ‘Scallion!’ at a person.’