"Is that so? That's great news! Becoming the Young Madam of the Jiang Family is something many women can only dream of. My own sister marrying into that family won't be wronged—"
Hearing the man's voice on the phone, Ye Qingxin only felt her body slowly turning cold, "Brother, are you joking with me? There's no way I can marry Jiang Yixiu. I'm calling you about this because I want to advance our plan."
"Hahahaha..." The laughter on the other end of the line was immediately sinister and horrifying. "Dear sister, I've suddenly changed the plan. Agree to Jiang Yixiu, I want to give them a big gift at your wedding."
Ye Qingxin had a bad premonition, "What... what are you going to do?"
She knew this brother too well. There was simply no such thing as a bottom line; he'd do anything he wanted to.
"Nothing much! Just think it might be fun that way. First, agree to Jiang Yixiu's proposal, then hurry up and have a grand wedding with him, remember that it has to be grand, alright?"
