Refusing to marry into a wealthy family, the richest man's uncle coaxed me into marriage

However, Mrs. Yu could only think about it, because the little girl was only in her teens like Lingling and was not yet an adult.

I couldn't help but feel sorry again, it would be better if he was three or four years older.

Around half past twelve, the servant came to remind Madam Yu to take a nap, and Si Tong was able to break away from the old lady's enthusiasm.

On the way back to the servants' quarters, Zhang Mengling took her arm and said, "Grandma Yu likes you very much. I see the way she looks at you. She wishes you could be her daughter-in-law."

Hearing this, Si Tong stopped and asked, "Are you unhappy?"

Zhang Mengling thought her words were strange, "Why should I be unhappy?"

Si Tong looked at her silently.

Zhang Mengling blinked, reacted, and smiled: "You don't think I would be angry if Grandma Yu likes you?"

"Silly, you are my good friend. Even if my idol likes you, I won't be angry with you."

She said it with great pride. Si Tong's eyes flickered and he pretended to be unconvinced: "Boasting, if your idol liked me, you would definitely hate me to death."

Just like...Qin Sihan.

He hated her so much that he set up an elaborate scheme to destroy her.

Zhang Mengling snorted, "I'm not the petty person, okay? My crush on him is my business, and who he likes is his business. If he likes you..."

Zhang Mengling stared at Si Tong's overly pretty face, and her tone suddenly became serious, "Then you must remember, if you become rich and powerful, don't forget me!"

Hearing this, Si Tong smiled lightly.

Maybe, people are different.

Zhang Mengling leaned on her and said, "You must support me when the time comes, take me out to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, buy me a Mercedes-Benz G, buy me La Mer, buy me Gucci and Chanel..."

As she spoke of the latter part, Zhang Mengling's eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she had already seen the wonderful life she would live after being supported by her best friend who had suddenly become rich.

……

When Han Lingli called, Si Tong was urging Zhang Mengling to do her homework.

Si Tong didn't answer, and Han Lingli sent another text message.

[Have you grown too independent? Don't you want your grandma to rest assured and recover from her illness? ]

Si Tong knew that Han Lingli was really capable of doing something regardless of her grandmother's life or death.

His eyes darkened and he called back.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked in a quiet voice.

Han Lingli said angrily, "Today is my birthday. We'll have dinner in room 8808 of the Hilton Hotel tonight. Come and join us."

Si Tong knew that this was probably what Qin Anxu meant.

Otherwise, her mother wouldn't want to see her.

I subconsciously wanted to refuse, but I was afraid that my mother would really cut off my grandmother's medical expenses, so I had to agree.

"I ordered a dress for you at the World Trade Center. I'll give you the stylist's phone number later. Go get your hair done and come back. Don't wear those unpresentable clothes and embarrass me."

After saying that, Han Lingli hung up.

A moment later, a message came.

There is a string of numbers on it.

Si Tong's cell phone was a knock-off that her grandmother bought for her before she came to Haicheng. It cost less than 200 yuan, and the volume was very loud even without the speakerphone turned on. Zhang Mengling heard it and asked her curiously, "Who is this? Why is her attitude so bad?"

Si Tong lowered his eyes, "My mother."

"..." Zhang Mengling opened her mouth wide. No way. I always thought Si Tong's family was far away and poor. Otherwise, why would he stay at school to work part-time on weekends instead of going home? And he lived in such a tight situation.

Since I met Si Tong, I have never seen him buy meat or vegetables when I went to the cafeteria to eat, let alone snacks or drinks.

The clothes and shoes are all cheap goods from street stalls costing only twenty or thirty yuan.

It turns out her mother could actually afford a dress from the World Trade Center, where things are notoriously expensive.

"Your mother is so rich, why are you..." so poor? Zhang Mengling didn't say the rest.

But Si Tong understood, smiled nonchalantly, and explained calmly: "She remarried, and her current husband is quite rich."

It turns out that he is a child from a divorced family. His father must not love him and his mother must not care about him, so he is so miserable.

Zhang Mengling felt sorry for Si Tong. "When are we leaving? I'll take you to the International Trade Center on my electric donkey."

Si Tong smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Why are you being so polite to me? I'm your best friend."

Since Si Tong entered No. 10 Middle School, he has seldom interacted with his classmates. He only talked a little more with Zhang Mengling. Zhang Mengling always thought that she was Si Tong's best friend.

The two of them did their homework for a while and went out around three o'clock.

Zhang Mengling was friends with the top student in the grade, so Wu Shuzhen was relieved. When she saw the two of them go out, she didn't pay much attention to it. She just told her daughter to ride slowly and pay attention to the road.

This is Zhang Mengling's first time to the International Trade Center, which is filled with luxury goods and is definitely a paradise for the rich. Although Zhang Mengling's family is not poor, they cannot afford her consumption here.

Han Lingli ordered a champagne-colored short dress for Si Tong. The waist was so tight that it could be held in one hand, revealing two straight and white long legs.

There was gauze wrapped around her left eye, making it difficult to put on makeup, so the stylist only gave her a simple hairstyle.

But Si Tong has good skin, long eyelashes, rosy lips, and a straight and delicate nose. She is incredibly beautiful even without makeup.

Zhang Mengling couldn't help but exclaim, "If you dress up like this, people will believe you are the daughter of the richest man."

Si Tong was speechless and thought she was exaggerating.

It was not yet five o'clock and the birthday party would not start soon. It was still early, so Zhang Mengling pestered Si Tong to go shopping with her. Although she could not afford to buy anything, it would be enough to take a look and satisfy her curiosity.

Walking into a big-brand clothing store, Zhang Mengling was dazzled by the selection and eagerly bought a Chanel-style jacket, but when she saw the string of zeros on the tag, she immediately put it back.

"Wait until I become the richest lady before buying it." Zhang Mengling whispered in Si Tong's ear.

"Instead of thinking about marrying into a wealthy family, it is better to study hard and find a good job in the future." Si Tong said.

Zhang Mengling felt overwhelmed when she heard about studying. "Then you should study hard, find a good job and make a lot of money in the future, and then support me."

Si Tong looked at her helplessly and was about to say something else when an unfamiliar male voice interrupted.

"Hello, Yuanyuan's stepmother's daughter."

Si Tong frowned and turned his head to look.

"Don't you recognize me?" The speaker was a teenager of about sixteen or seventeen years old. "My name is Han Zhen. We rode in Uncle Qin's car together. Don't you remember?"

Si Tong looked cold. She remembered that Qin Siyuan pushed her down on the overpass because of this boy.

"You haven't told me your name yet."

Han Zhen looked at Si Tong with a smile. The girl's left eye was wrapped in medical gauze, which not only did not ruin her beauty, but also added a touch of morbid mystery because it covered half of her face.

……

Mo Xubei was taking a day off today and went shopping with his sister. Unexpectedly, he ran into Si Tong.

Mo Zhanyi was watching a fashion show in the VIP room. He was sitting in the lounge area of ​​the clothing store drinking tea and reading magazines. When he looked up, he saw Si Tong being approached by a boy in another women's clothing store opposite.

And it wasn’t the boy from the Ji family who pinched the little girl’s hand in the ward last time.

Oh, the little girl is so popular that Uncle San has many rivals in love.

Mo Xubei smiled wickedly, took out his cell phone, took a photo and sent it to Yu Hanshen.

He added another sentence without thinking too much:

[The little girl dressed up beautifully and went out for a date]

Just after sending the message, Mo Zhanyi came out and saw his elder brother sitting on the sofa with a grin showing his teeth. He couldn't help but ask, "Who are you chatting with? You look so happy."

Mo Xubei exited WeChat and put away his phone, "No one."

Mo Zhanyi didn't care, and turned to the clerk and said, "All those things on the model just now are going to be sent home."

She is a VIP here. She doesn't have to try on clothes herself every time she comes. The store manager will arrange for models with similar body shapes to her to wear the new styles on the runway for her to see. If she thinks the clothes look good, they will be delivered directly to her home.

"Brother." Mo Zhanyi sat down next to Mo Xubei, hugged his brother's arm and acted like a spoiled child, "When will you help me ask Han Shen to come out?"

Mo Xubei had a headache. "What's so good about him? He's serious and boring. Besides, he doesn't like you. There are many young talents waiting for your favor. Why do you have to hang on to him?"

Mo Zhanyi said: "As long as he hasn't married yet, I have a chance. Big brother, good big brother, please help me. He won't even see me now. I really don't know what to do."

Mo Xubei's head hurt even more. He really hoped that Yu Hanshen would find a girlfriend and get married right away, and stop showing up single in front of his sister all the time. Look how jealous she was.