Tian Yuan

"If I get married, what will happen to Miaofu Inn? Will it close down?"

"I can't bear to do that. I don't want to."

"The only way is to find a live-in son-in-law. However, with my personality and age, it is as difficult as climbing to heaven to find a suitable live-in husband."

"Xiao Liu, what do you think I should do?"

Miss Miao doesn't want to get married in such a muddle-headed way, and would rather live a free and easy life on her own.

She has been willful all her life, living according to her own preferences. Now, her father will not live long, and this is the only wish she has. She can't go into the coffin with regrets!

"I think Ma Xiaonan is good-looking, gentle, and his parents died early, which is very suitable for young lady's requirements."

The person Chen Qingyuan was talking about was a waiter in the inn. He was an honest man and his dream was to save money to marry a wife.

"You are too dull. No."

Miss Miao ruled it out immediately.

"Agui, you are honest, kind, hardworking, and if you marry the young lady, I will definitely help you manage the family business."

Chen Qingyuan mentioned another person.

"No, it's too ugly, it doesn't suit my taste." Miss Miao shook her head gently, took a sip of wine, burped, and her voice was soft and sticky, like a completely different person: "If you force it, you won't be happy in the future."

"Old Sun, he is indeed a little old, but he knows how to take care of people."

After thinking it over, Chen Qingyuan made another recommendation.

"He's already 45 this year, and he'll have to retire in a few years." Miss Miao suddenly became anxious, kicked Chen Qingyuan, and said viciously: "You are deliberately trying to annoy me!"

"No, I'm just helping you find candidates. Apart from these few people in our inn, the rest are not suitable. Either they don't meet the young lady's requirements, or they are already married."

Chen Qingyuan quickly explained.

"You missed one."

Miss Miao supported her flushed cheek with one hand, leaned slightly on the table, her eyes were like autumn water, and her red lips were slightly parted.

"Did I miss something? Who?"

Chen Qingyuan began to count by counting on his fingers, frowning slightly. Could it be that his memory was so bad that he had missed out on counting only about ten people in total?

"You." After drinking some wine and feeling a little tipsy, Miss Miao did not feel embarrassed and spoke frankly.

"Me?" Hearing this, Chen Qingyuan's eyelids trembled slightly, and he quickly rejected it: "Miss, you are joking."

"After all, you are the only one who can get by." This is not shameful, Miss Miao said frankly: "Although you are careful and always contradict me and make me angry, you can always pull my emotions. If we live together in the future, it will be okay."

"No, don't!" Chen Qingyuan was anxious: "How can we make do with this? Miss, I advise you to think twice and find a good man who suits you. Anyway, I can't do it."

"You can not?"

Miss Miao seemed to have thought of something. The smile on her lips was inexplicably evil and her eyes involuntarily glanced at Chen Qingyuan's body.

Of course, there was a table between the two of them, so they couldn't see anything.

However, this subconscious action made Chen Qingyuan's face black. How could he not know what Miss Miao was thinking? He had to clarify: "Miss, can you put away your dirty thoughts? This is not what I meant by no. It's that we are not suitable for each other. There is no possibility."

"I am still a virgin. I didn't say anything and didn't do anything. How could I be filthy? It's obviously your imagination."

With a "bang", Miss Miao slammed the table and spoke righteously.

Chen Qingyuan was speechless: "Okay, it's my fault. Blame me for having wrong thoughts."

"You just said that we are not suitable for each other. Are you dissatisfied with my age?"

Miss Miao grasped the key point with sharp eyes.

If Chen Qingyuan dared to nod, he would probably be beaten up.

"No." Chen Qingyuan said: "I won't stay here for long, I will leave soon."

"Leave? Where?"

The anger on Miss Miao's face disappeared immediately, and the drunkenness seemed to have mostly dissipated as well, and she spoke seriously.

"distance."

Even if he told her the specific place name, Miss Miao wouldn't know it, so Chen Qingyuan considered it for a moment and gave his answer.

"Don't say such perfunctory words. What do you mean by faraway? Are you going to the frontier? Or the capital?"

Miss Miao asked.

"It's farther than you think." Chen Qingyuan turned his head and looked at the stars in the sky. He pointed and said in a deep voice, "Do you see these stars?"

"I saw it, what's wrong?"

Miss Miao was admiring the starry sky. Her profile was pretty, with a touch of red wine aroma, making her look particularly charming. Ordinary people would be moved when they saw her.

"The place I want to go is farther than the stars you see."

Chen Qingyuan said seriously.

"You have a terminal illness!"

Miss Miao's first reaction was that her heart skipped a beat. She looked worried and asked urgently.

"No." Chen Qingyuan replied seriously, "I'm not sick. To be honest, I wouldn't go to such a far place."

"Tsk!" After hearing that she was not sick, the worry on Miss Miao's face instantly disappeared, and her tense body relaxed. Then, with a look of disbelief on her face, she complained: "You are drunk, kid!"

"Which martial arts novels do you often read? I am like the swordsman in the novels. I will meet many people and see beautiful scenery along the way, but I will not stop moving forward."

In order to make Miss Miao understand, Chen Qingyuan thought for a while and explained it vividly.

"You, a swordsman?" Miss Miao immediately thought of Chen Qingyuan waving a rusty sword around. She covered her mouth and laughed, and continued with the topic: "If you are a swordsman, I am the queen of the dynasty."

"I'm just making an analogy."

Chen Qingyuan said helplessly.

"If you dislike me, just say so directly. Why are you making up so many excuses?" Miss Miao didn't believe what Chen Qingyuan said. She snorted and said, "You look down on me, but I don't want you. Ten years ago, the people who wanted to marry me could line up from the inn to the city gate and kick down the threshold."

"The young lady is naturally beautiful and stunningly pretty. Not to mention ten years ago, even now if you spread the word, many people would come to ask for her hand in marriage."

Chen Qingyuan took the opportunity to flatter him.

"That's right." Miss Miao said proudly.

Suddenly, both of them fell silent. The hall was very quiet, with only the sound of insects chirping coming from outside the window.

"Miss, it's late, you should go to bed, there is still a lot to do tomorrow."

Chen Qingyuan broke the deadlock and proposed that the drinking party should end here tonight.

"Okay." Miss Miao did not insist. She might have some different feelings for Chen Qingyuan, but they were not deep-rooted. Before they took a break, she cursed him, "You are useless for giving me a chance. You deserve to be a hard laborer. I'll tire you to death, you bastard."

After cursing, I feel better.

He walked up the stairs quickly, making "dengdeng" footsteps.

Hearing the familiar scolding, Chen Qingyuan smiled without saying anything.

I really can't get used to facing the delicate and charming proprietress.