Change it?

Song Qingyang had already been in a bad mood, and after hearing what Yu Dou said, she was even more annoyed.

She let out a cold laugh and looked at Yu Dou. "Mr. Yu, I think you understand better than I do what this marriage between us is!"

Yu Dou also laughed, shrugged, and said, "Yeah, I understand, but whatever it is, you and I are about to become husband and wife. That’s a fact you can’t deny. Besides, speaking of couples who only look united on the surface, your Second Uncle seems to be doing an even better job of it!"

"Shut up!"

What Song Qingyang most wanted to avoid now was hearing anything about Song Yansheng and Shi Nuan, and about Song Yansheng’s marriage.

Being infatuated with her own Second Uncle was indeed utterly outrageous; she had also considered that this infatuation of hers might never come to anything in the future.

That was one of the reasons why, more than a year ago, she agreed to get engaged to Yu Dou at her Father’s request.

At that time, she could still barely call herself at peace with it.

But now, with someone else by Song Yansheng’s side, everything had become completely different.

Yes, completely different.

Seeing Song Qingyang’s face turn livid, Yu Dou lowered his eyes, raised the red wine at hand and took a sip, then said lightly, "Miss Song, allow Mr. Yu to say one thing. Although I don’t have high expectations of this marriage of ours either, I’m a very petty man, I don’t like my own things being coveted by others. Likewise, I don’t like my own things coveting others..."

He lifted his head, and his dark eyes gleamed as they swept over. In that instant, Song Qingyang actually felt a chill spread over her entire body.

Yu Dou’s voice continued at that moment.

He said, "Miss Song, did you hear me clearly?"

Of course Song Qingyang heard him clearly; she even caught the faint threat hidden in his words.

This man, what did he mean by that!

She hastily retorted, "Yu Dou, you’re going back on your word..."

Clearly, they had agreed beforehand that their marriage was nothing more than a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Nothing but a transaction born of fear and restraint.

Only because neither of them had a better option for the time being...

That was all, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it?

Yu Dou put down the glass in his hand, his long fingers sliding along the body of the glass before interlacing with the other hand.

His fingers were very good-looking, with calluses that carried a hint of dry, cracked roughness.

They were proof of the hardships he had endured, the suffering he had gone through.

Looking every inch the gentleman, well-mannered and refined as he was, who would have thought he was a poor boy who had grown up relying on sponsorships, aid, and student loans all the way?

Unbelievable!

He was a man very similar to Song Yansheng, yet compared with Song Yansheng, their life experiences were completely different.

But the fact that this man had risen step by step from nothing to where he stood now was indeed quite remarkable.

After listening to what Song Qingyang said, he gave a faint smile. "Miss Song, what I need is a wife who knows how to behave herself. As for what kind of husband you need, you can think carefully about it yourself. There are less than two weeks left before the wedding; not too long, not too short. If you regret it now, there’s still time..."

Song Qingyang was stunned for a moment, almost unable to believe it. This man who had always appeared so unruffled, who had never truly opposed this marriage, was actually saying such things at this moment...

She bit her lip slightly and asked, "Are you serious?"

Yu Dou raised an eyebrow. "Of course."

"You’re not afraid I’ll really back out?"

Yu Dou smiled. "That would only mean there’s no fate between us. It doesn’t matter. I believe my destined person is waiting for me not far away."

Song Qingyang frowned slightly, then grabbed her bag and stood up.

Looking down at Yu Dou from above, she said coldly, "Yu Dou, don’t you regret this!"

With that, without waiting for Yu Dou’s response, she quickly turned and left.

Yu Dou sat upright where he was, eyes lowered, making no move to chase after the woman who had stormed off in anger.

He didn’t even glance in her direction.

He raised the red wine and took a sip, then curved his lips in a somewhat self-mocking smile.

How should he put it.

Every step had originally been taken exactly along the path he wanted.

So why had he suddenly developed the urge to retreat now?

A clear, gentle face flashed through his mind; he gave a slight shake of his head and let out another self-deprecating smile.

What was he thinking? Retreating? How could that be?

First of all, Song Zhongming would never agree, especially with all the wedding invitations already sent out. If the wedding were suddenly canceled, the negative impact on them personally would be small.

But the Song Family and the Shi Family would be heavily implicated.

For something so not worth the loss, let alone Song Zhongming, even he himself wouldn’t do it.

In the end, it was just a kind of powerless and useless resistance, a very small, very small resistance.

...

By the time Ji Xiangling saw this report, it was already that night.