An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

"Don't mention him." Dai Chengjun said impatiently, "What a coward. I have approached him several times about this, but he always made excuses. He kept dragging it on until today. If I ask him whether he wants to marry me or not, he should at least make it clear. But he just avoids the question and refuses to talk to me about this. I am so angry with him."

"Why?" After standing outside for a long time, Sang Ling's toes were actually a little uncomfortable from the cold, but he couldn't help but want to find out.

"I guess..." Dai Chengjun frowned, "Maybe he's afraid of offending the Donghou family." She turned her gaze over and got closer, "My cousin's luck is not very good. He failed the exam for several years, and he just has a slightly better face. In fact, if he came to propose marriage, the Ban family might not agree, and he really can't compare to Xun Jin, the son of the Donghou. But I always feel that if they really love each other, these will not be a problem. At most, he can kneel in front of the Ban family, beg for a few days and nights, and promise to treat Ban Le well. At least he has fought for it, right?"

This idea is indeed naive, but - naivety aside, people only live for a lifetime, if you can be brave for love once, even if you know that you will fail in the end, you will not regret not fighting for it when you look back in the future. Sang Ling's thoughts were not dispersed in time, and she heard Dai Chengjun sighing about herself, "You all said you would get married, but I have to wait until the year after next to get married. I have to go to school next year, so I am the only one left. I will get out of school, study and eat alone."

"Why are you sighing like Sima Niu?" Sang Ling pinched her round face, "I envy you."

"Me?" Dai Chengjun pulled away and shrugged his nose. "What should I be envious of?"

"What's the good of getting married? If I could, I would never get married."

Sang Ling's words were half true and half false, but no matter what she thought in the past, at least she really felt so now. Look at her, she didn't have a single day of ease after marrying into the Nie family. On the first day, Ya Nu died in front of her. Until now, not only has the murderer not been found, but she has to live cautiously and beware of several uncles and aunts. She hasn't even figured out the matter of getting married, but the house fighting has begun.

Dai Chengjun sneered at this, "Is it Lord Nie who treats you badly?"

Speaking of Nie Ce, Sang Ling's eyelashes fluttered, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Not really."

Nie Ce was an okay guy. Although he was a little impulsive in running away from his wedding on the wedding day, his intention was good. Later, he was really keeping an eye on Ya Nu's affairs and even made a request to his mother that if the murderer was caught, Sang Ling would deal with him.

It's a lot of respect for her.

"Not yet. He disappeared on the wedding day."

"He was ill suddenly." She explained for him unconsciously. Then Dai Chengjun smiled evilly and said, "She started to favor your husband. I heard that your good husband went to the south at the beginning of the month. You two were married only a few days ago, but he was willing to abandon you, his beautiful wife."

The bad thing about having a friend who loves gossip is that she has information all over the place and knows everything first-hand, and it’s impossible to hide anything from her.

"Isn't that official business? He didn't do it on purpose." She could only helplessly explain for Nie Ce again.

Naturally, what he got was another sly smile from Dai Chengjun, "I can see that you and Nie Ce are a good match for each other. You have protected him several times."

Sang Ling was speechless. She couldn't say that she was protecting him, but she was just telling the truth. She couldn't find anything to fault with Nie Ce at the moment. But it might also be because she had no feelings for him.

Without the affection between husband and wife, there would be no demands, and without demands, there would naturally be nothing to find fault with.