Duan Zhengyang, who did not know that he was being tested, was in the saddest moment of his life. Even when he was about to starve to death during the famine, he was not as sad as he was now.
When he was about to starve to death, he was still young. He subconsciously did not want to die, but he did not know what else he could do by continuing to live. However, it was different now. When he thought about how Jiujiu was about to become someone else's, Duan Zhengyang felt as if his heart had shattered into pieces, and his mouth was filled with bitterness.
Duan Zhengyang lowered his head to look at Jiujiu's calm expression. The corners of his mouth moved. He wanted to speak, but he could not say a single word. In the end, Duan Zhengyang still could not open his mouth to speak.
He wanted to tell Jiujiu not to see other men, but when the words were about to come out of his mouth, he realized that he did not have the right.
Yes, he did not have the right to say that.
What was Jiujiu's status? What was his status?
Jiujiu was a cloud hanging in the sky, and he was the mud on the ground. The difference between the two was like heaven and earth. He was not worthy of Jiujiu, so he did not have the right to say that.
Because he clearly knew that he did not have the right, Duan Zhengyang's heart was in a mess. In the end, his eyes began to turn red.
Jiujiu watched as Duan Zhengyang's face turned from red to pale, and then to yellow. It had only been less than four hours, but Duan Zhengyang looked as if he had experienced many years.
Looking at Duan Zhengyang's appearance, Jiujiu could not bear to see him continue like this. She immediately dismissed her servants, looked at Duan Zhengyang, and asked, "Do you have something to say?"
A trace of guilt flashed across Duan Zhengyang's face when his thoughts were directly exposed by Jiujiu. Then, he quickly lowered his head, and without looking at Jiujiu, he said, "No, I have nothing to say."
"If you have nothing to say, then why don't you dare to look at me?" Jiujiu looked at Duan Zhengyang's head, which had almost reached his chest. She patted him as if he was a dog and smiled. "Do you like me?"
When he heard Jiujiu's sweet voice asking him if he liked her, Duan Zhengyang felt as if there were thousands of soldiers and horses galloping in his heart. His chest hurt, but the pain was sweet, and he couldn't help but want to savor it for a while longer.
Duan Zhengyang summoned all the courage in his body and slowly raised his head. When he saw Jiujiu's eyes, which did not contain any disdain, he bit his lip and slowly nodded.
Actually, Duan Zhengyang was very nervous when he admitted it. He was afraid that Jiujiu would chase him away if he admitted it, and Jiujiu would never see him again. However, if he didn't admit it, he wouldn't have the right to do so anymore.
In the end, Duan Zhengyang chose to confess to Jiujiu because he no longer had the right to gamble with her.
Jiujiu looked at Duan Zhengyang, who was obviously afraid that she wouldn't want him, but he still confessed to her resolutely. She knew then that there was a reason why Duan Zhengyang would become the chief of the martial arts circle in the future.
He knew how to weigh the pros and cons, and he also had the spirit of adventure. The only bad thing was that the woman who was pursuing him was too cruel.
Jiujiu sighed softly and reached out to hold Duan Zhengyang's hand.
Duan Zhengyang's hand was very big. Because he had been helping Jiujiu plant flowers all year round, his hand was especially rough. To Jiujiu, Duan Zhengyang's palm was like a piece of sandpaper, which was very abrasive.
However, to Duan Zhengyang, Jiujiu's small action of touching his palm made his heart race again.
Duan Zhengyang only felt that Jiujiu's fingers were small and warm. His heart couldn't help but soften when she put her hand on his palm.
Just as Duan Zhengyang was wondering why Jiujiu was holding his hand and whether he should hold Jiujiu's fingers back, he heard Jiujiu say in a sweet and soft voice that he especially liked, "Duan Zhengyang, will you marry me?"
Jiujiu's words were still echoing in his ears, but Duan Zhengyang was unable to come back to his senses for a long time. When he came back to his senses, Duan Zhengyang's eyes were wide open as he stared straight at Jiujiu. After a long while, he called out tentatively, "Miss?"
Duan Zhengyang thought that he had misheard.
How could the high and mighty Miss ask him if he was willing to marry her?
He must have misheard.
Just as Duan Zhengyang thought that he had misheard, he heard Jiujiu ask him again, "Duan Zhengyang, will you marry me?"
Jiujiu raised her head and looked into Duan Zhengyang's eyes. She smiled and said word by word, "Will you marry me?"
Duan Zhengyang felt his heart race again when he saw Jiujiu's starry eyes. Duan Zhengyang's lips moved as he looked at Jiujiu's smiling face. He seemed to think for a moment before he quickly nodded and said as if he was making an oath, "Miss, I'm willing to marry you. It's just that …"
It's just that you're a Miss and I'm just a servant. I'm not good enough for you.
Duan Zhengyang didn't say this out loud, but some clues could be seen from his dim eyes.
Jiujiu held Duan Zhengyang's hand and pulled him to sit beside her. She looked into Duan Zhengyang's eyes and said, "Do you think you're not good enough for me?"
Duan Zhengyang's lips moved. He didn't say anything, but that was pretty much what he meant.
Jiujiu chuckled and reached out to grab Duan Zhengyang's cheek. She pulled hard, causing Duan Zhengyang to suck in a breath of cold air. However, because the person who pulled was Jiujiu, he could only endure it with an aggrieved expression.
Jiujiu chuckled softly when she felt Duan Zhengyang's tolerance. Her hand, which was originally pinching Duan Zhengyang's cheek, became rubbing. Then, she looked into Duan Zhengyang's eyes and said, "Look, you're not angry when I bully you. However, if it was someone else, they would definitely be angry with me."
When Jiujiu saw that Duan Zhengyang didn't reply, she continued, "Father and Mother only have one child. In the future, the Bai family will definitely be inherited by me. However, I'm only a girl, so Father will definitely find a husband for me. However, most men won't be willing to marry into the Bai family. If someone is willing to marry into the Bai family, who knows if he likes me or is after the Bai family's property?"
Jiujiu cupped Duan Zhengyang's face with both hands and made Duan Zhengyang look at her. She said softly, "I saved you, and you've been staying in my courtyard. I trust you and am willing to hand the Bai family over to you. So, are you willing to marry me?"
When Jiujiu said the first part of her sentence, Duan Zhengyang was still muttering in his heart.
The young mistress was such a good person. Naturally, there would be someone who was willing to treat her well. However, when he heard Jiujiu's words, Duan Zhengyang instantly became speechless. Especially when he heard Jiujiu say that she didn't know if that person liked her or was after the Bai family's property, Duan Zhengyang began to feel anxious.
If that person was after the Bai family's property, he would definitely kill for it. Then, wouldn't Jiujiu be the same?
When he thought that Jiujiu might be killed by that person, Duan Zhengyang's heart clenched.
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