CHAPTER 459: CHAPTER 459: NOTHING

"Xiao Yue, you should have spoken up about this earlier," Lian Tong said as she held her hand and continued, "Don’t worry, Xiao Yue, if your dad won’t make decisions for you, your aunt will. Who would sell their daughter just for money! If your dad doesn’t have money, your aunt has money."

Lian Tong swiftly went to the studio, picked up the phone, and started dialing numbers.

She was infuriated at the bottom of her heart; the Lian Family’s little princess, who should be cherished in the palm of one’s hand, how could she be married off so early just for money?

It was simply outrageous.

"No, Aunt Lian, you’ve misunderstood," Tang Yue hurried to stop Lian Tong from making the call, pressing on the hang-up button.

Lian Tong glanced at her, thinking Tang Yue was frightened, and comforted her, "Xiao Yue, you don’t need to be scared, your aunt is very capable, I can definitely protect you."

Lian Tong was very domineering as she said, "As long as I’m here, they won’t dare to bully you."

"Aunt Lian, this engagement was my parents’ and my intention, my fiancé and I have mutual affection, I really like him," Tang Yue hurriedly said: "There’s absolutely no case of my parents selling me off for money."

"What?" Lian Tong was somewhat confused. Nowadays, though the world was getting better, she’d heard of some remote or poor places, for the sake of money, selling off their daughters, no, marrying them off under the pretense of demanding a bride price, which wasn’t much different from selling them.

Xiao Yue was just twenty years old, a freshman in college, Lian Tong assumed that Xiao Yue’s mother had ’sold’ her daughter for money due to her new husband.

Listening to Tang Yue’s explanation, it took a while for Lian Tong to come back to her senses.

"Xiao Yue, your mom and stepdad have arranged an engagement for you so early, even though you’re still in university." Lian Tong said disbelievingly, "Xiao Yue, does Qi know about this?"

"He does," Tang Yue nodded, elaborating: "My fiancé and I are mutually in love and engaged willingly. My mom and Mr. Tang didn’t want it at first, but they respect the opinions of the two of us."

"Mo Siyu is my fiancé, he is starting his own business now," Tang Yue’s eyes shone when she brought up Mo Siyu’s name, her pretty face blushing shyly; there wasn’t a trace of unwillingness on her beautiful face.

"Are you two in a love marriage?" Lian Tong asked earnestly with a stern face.

"Yes."

Tang Yue nodded without hesitation, "So, Aunt Lian, really, my parents didn’t sell me off, they cherish me more than anything."

"Starting his own business?" Lian Tong looked at Tang Yue and turned to Bai Qing for confirmation, "Is Mo Siyu really that exceptional?"

"Mhm," Bai Qing nodded, thinking to herself that he wasn’t just exceptional, but rather one in a million.

"When can I meet him then?" Lian Tong was not at ease until she met him.

"Aunt Lian, he’s in the early stages of starting his business, it’s very busy," Tang Yue also wanted to arrange it, but Mo Siyu was so busy, spinning like a top – there was no time for daily romance.

"What about a photo?" Lian Tong asked again.

Tang Yue wanted to deny it, but seeing Lian Tong’s expression that she wouldn’t believe without a photo, Tang Yue picked out a recent photo with Mo Siyu and showed it.

"Xiao Yue, are you just smitten with his looks?" was Aunt Lian’s first reaction when she saw the photo, where the man dressed in a white shirt exuded righteousness, with his cold and handsome features extremely striking.

Tang Yue’s face turned red as she weakly retorted, "That’s not it at all. Besides his looks, his character is also really good. He’s considerate and meticulous, treats me well, and has a sense of responsibility."

Tang Yue could rattle off countless virtues of Mo Siyu with her eyes closed.

Lian Tong took a deep look at her, seeing beyond his handsome face, all she could notice was the love in his eyes.

After this episode, the relationship between Tang Yue and Lian Tong became much closer. After dinner, Bai Qing volunteered to clean up the dishes while Tang Yue wiped the table and swept the floor.

Lian Tong’s genuine care for Tang Yue also made her feel the closeness. She said, "Aunt, how about I make you a few clothes?"

"Sure," Lian Tong responded without hesitation: "I like clothes that are a bit tight-fitting, they’re better for fighting."

Tang Yue: "..." This was the first time she had seen someone choose clothes specifically for ease of fighting.

Hmm, no, correction, the second time; Bai Qing’s clothes were similar, also designed to be exceptionally fight-friendly.

"Aunt, what do you think about the clothes Sister Qing is wearing?" Tang Yue pushed Bai Qing forward. The clothes on Bai Qing were also specially designed by her—casual and stylish, and most importantly, they wouldn’t be cumbersome.

"Not bad." Lian Tong nodded and praised: "Xiao Yue, you really have skilful hands."

When Lian Tong arrived at the studio and saw the clothes hanging on the display rack, she was dazzled with choices. Besides buying these tight-fitting clothes, sometimes she also purchased gowns. The quality and style of gowns were of utmost importance to Lian Tong. Now looking at these clothes, she thought, in the future, if she needed gowns, she could just turn to Tang Yue directly instead of taking the trouble to shop around.

"This one, this one, and this piece," Lian Tong picked out clothes as if she were shopping in a store, quickly accumulating a pile in her hands.

Seeing the clothes Lian Tong had chosen, Tang Yue knew she had a good eye for fashion as they were styles that suited her. Tang Yue said, "Aunt, these are all sample clothes. I will make them according to your measurements later on."

"Xiao Yue, you’re really kind." Lian Tong hugged Tang Yue.

’Knock knock knock’

A series of urgent knocking on the door interrupted, just as Tang Yue was carrying the trash bin to take out the garbage. She thought it could be Lian Qingyang knocking so insistently.

As she opened the door, Tang Yue’s eyebrows furrowed when she saw the woman standing there.

"You curse-bringer," Xiang Yazhi came over in a huff, and as soon as she saw Tang Yue’s face, she charged forward, hand raised, ready to strike.

Tang Yue was holding a trash bin, and upon seeing Xiang Yazhi’s action, without thinking threw the bin towards Xiang Yazhi and quickly stepped back.

"Xiao Yue," Bai Qing heard something was off in the kitchen, and forgetting to put down the dishes, she ran out. Upon seeing Xiang Yazhi, Bai Qing immediately shielded Tang Yue with her body, still holding an unwashed bowl in her hand.

Xiang Yazhi, who was intent on giving Tang Yue a fierce beating, hadn’t expected the strong throw of the trash bin; she failed to retract her strength in time, and her slap landed on the bin instead. The bin, already full, scattered its contents upon impact; a lot of the garbage splattered over Xiang Yazhi.

It was kitchen waste, including rotten vegetable leaves, eggshells, and leftover food—you name it, it was all dumped inside. It was not just distasteful to look at; getting it over oneself was even more disgusting.