CHAPTER 70: A GRANDMA’S MARRIAGE PROPOSAL

At that moment, Chi Yu, who had disappeared for a few minutes, climbed up from under the bridge.

He ran towards her: "Yuanyuan, wait for me."

His running gait looked very much like that of a little yellow dog having fun.

Gu Yuan raised her hand, signaling him to stop.

Chi Yu halted right in front of her: "I’ll go with you."

Gu Yuan wore a cold expression: "No."

"Yuanyuan, look." Chi Yu took out a flower crown he had hidden behind his back and presented it to Gu Yuan: "I just made this. It’s a bit rough in craftsmanship, but it’s unique."

In Chi Yu’s hand was a garland made of wildflowers. Gu Yuan recognized the knotweed and buttercup flowers, and the few yellow daffodils combined to create a beautiful sight, not to mention being made into a crown.

But instead of accepting this gesture, Gu Yuan felt particularly annoyed.

"Is there any point to acting like a fool?"

The smile faded from Chi Yu’s face, but his eyes still shone with clarity, filled with starlight as he looked at her, firmly answering: "Yes."

When Gu Yuan spoke again, her voice was even colder than before: "Let me be clear, any man in this world can do these things to win my favor, but not you, because you’re not qualified."

After speaking, Gu Yuan turned around and got into the car.

The black business car drove away right before Chi Yu’s eyes.

He looked down at the flower crown in his hand. It was beautiful and something he had put a lot of effort into, and he really liked it, but Yuanyuan did not. Chi Yu raised his hand holding the crown and tossed it into the air. It landed in the river, drifting farther away with the flowing stream.

Chi Yu turned around.

...

In the car.

Gu Yuan was resting with her eyes closed.

The phone buzzed, and it took her a while to pick it up and open it to check.

Spring sent a message—

Spring: It’s like this, let me briefly introduce. My grandson is 24 years old this year and will be 25 next year, so he’s still quite the young man. He’s 188 cm tall with measurements of 100-75-96, for the record. He has no bad habits, doesn’t smoke or drink, and doesn’t lie. He likes to exercise and has a very sunny personality, ranking high in the potential partner category.

Spring: He’s good at earning money and has also learned to cook. His culinary skills are not too bad but should be edible.

Spring: To be honest, I think he might not be worthy of you, but I believe you could refine him well. Would you consider it?

After reading the WeChat message from Spring—

Gu Yuan: "..."

Talking about marriage alliances, maybe it’s somewhat refined, or perhaps they’d undermine her a bit, considering how could a businessman be worthy of a member of the Quan Family? Such favor should be received with tears of gratitude.

All of this was within Gu Yuan’s expectations.

But the old lady’s attitude caught her off guard and was completely unexpected.

Is this a marriage alliance?

It’s more like a packaged deal to give someone away.

Gu Yuan suddenly let out a few laughs. Dao An sitting in the front passenger seat heard this and turned around with a lighthearted question: "What happy event is making President Gu smile so joyfully?"

Gu Yuan shook her head: "No happy events, just a pile of troublesome ones."

She didn’t reply, so Spring seemed to grow impatient.

Spring: I’ll give your WeChat to him. You young people can chat on your own, okay?

Spring: Don’t worry, my grandson may not have the best character, but if he bothers you, just block him. Pretend I never proposed this marriage. I can’t afford to lose face like this.

Gu Yuan: "..."

This old lady is truly interesting.

On one hand, she very tactfully seeks a match for her grandson.

On the other hand, she’s quite brutally critical of her grandson.

This is truly something only a real grandmother would do.