bookrandom Chapter 843 Visiting to Propose Marriage
Chapter 843 Visiting to Propose Marriage
In the Antai Technology Villa area in the northern part of Dongcheng District, the quiet atmosphere was broken by a low and rhythmic engine sound.
Deng Zhouyi drove the iconic Maserati steadily. The car body gleamed with a unique metallic luster under the sunlight, like a dazzling meteor, and slowly drove into the home of An Yu's parents.
The security guards at the villa had long heard of Teng Zijing's domineering style of behavior. They had heard that he was decisive and tough in his actions.
At this moment, seeing his car driving straight into the yard without notifying, although his heart was filled with resentment and helplessness, he could only dare not speak out.
There was a hint of fear in their eyes as they watched the vehicle slowly stop in silence.
Teng Zijing calmly pushed open the car door with a graceful and neat movement.
He turned around and gently took An Yi's hand. Both of them had happy smiles on their faces and slowly got out of the car.
The security guards couldn't help but sweat in their hearts, thinking to themselves: "Luckily we didn't rashly interfere just now. Looking at the young lady's expression, it seems that the relationship between the two is not ordinary!"
Deng Zhouyi also got out of the car immediately. Without saying a word, he walked straight to the trunk, took out the gifts that had been prepared long ago, and placed them neatly on the ground.
The gifts were beautifully packaged and came in various sizes, each one showing the careful selection.
An Yu looked at the security guard and whispered, "Old Chen, please help me take these gifts in." Her voice was gentle but majestic.
Security guard Lao Chen nodded hurriedly and responded respectfully, "Yes, Miss."
He hurried forward, walked to Deng Zhouyi's side, carefully picked up the gift, followed Teng Zijing and An Yu step by step, and walked into the living room together.
Yu Fei was in his bedroom at the time. The distinctive roar of the Maserati caught his attention.
A trace of doubt arose in his heart, and he subconsciously stood up and walked quickly to the balcony.
When his eyes fell on the downstairs, he saw Teng Zijing and An Yu getting out of the car with happy and sweet looks on their faces.
His heart suddenly sank, as if a huge rock had fallen down.
He instantly realized that the dream he had cherished for so long was shattered like a bubble at this moment.
However, he was still unwilling to give up. An indescribable obsession drove him, and he turned around in a hurry.
He quickly opened the door and hurried downstairs to the living room, his hurried footsteps echoing in the corridor.
In the living room, Lou Fangyun was sitting leisurely on the sofa, holding a delicate small mirror in her hand.
She carefully applied her lipstick in front of the mirror, looked at her appearance intently, and meticulously touched up every detail, as if this was the most important thing to her at the moment.
Since An Jinsong returned from the hotel dinner on New Year's Day, his heart has been filled with complicated emotions and he seems uneasy.
He paced back and forth in the living room, his brow furrowed, as if troubled by something unspeakable.
Just when he was extremely depressed and full of irritation with nowhere to vent, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar.
He subconsciously turned around and saw An Yu intimately holding Teng Zijing's arm, and the two of them standing side by side at the door.
An Yu's face was flushed with happiness, while Teng Zijing looked confident and calm.
Before An Jinsong could speak, Yu Fei came running down the stairs quickly.
He rushed to An Yu, grabbed her arm and pulled her aside, his eyes revealing anxiety and worry.
He looked An Yu up and down and asked anxiously, "Sister An Yu, you didn't get hurt by that guy Teng Zijing, did you?
Where have you been these days?" His tone was full of concern and tension.
An Yu looked at Yu Fei harmlessly and said softly, "Xiao Fei, don't make a fuss. I'm really fine."
Yu Fei's gaze shifted from An Yu to Teng Zijing, then swept over the gifts that Deng Zhouyi and security guard Lao Chen brought in and placed on the ground.
The gifts piled up like a mountain, and the packaging of all sizes was extremely exquisite, standing out on the floor of the living room.
When An Jinsong saw this scene, the anger in his heart was instantly ignited and he could no longer remain calm.
His face was gloomy. He slowly stood up and walked towards Teng Zijing with heavy steps.
Without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped Teng Zijing in the face, with a look of majesty and anger accumulated over the years.
However, Teng Zijing is no ordinary person. After returning from military training, his reaction speed and agility far surpass those of ordinary people.
He was so quick that he grabbed An Jinsong's hand with his backhand.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of contemptuous smile, and his tone was full of unquestionable strength, and he slowly said:
"Uncle, you're old, don't be so angry! If you have anything to say, let's sit down and talk it over."
As he spoke, he forcefully clamped An Jinsong's arm and forced him to sit on the sofa.
In stark contrast to An Jinsong's anger was Lou Fangyun. At this moment, a smile as bright as a flower blossomed on her face, and she was filled with joy.
For a moment, she didn't even care about correcting the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She hurried forward, grabbed Teng Zijing's arm, pressed him down on the sofa, and said with a smile:
"Hey, Uncle Jing, what brings you here today?" His enthusiastic attitude was as if Teng Zijing was a close relative whom he had not seen for a long time.
Teng Zijing was immediately overwhelmed by Lou Fangyun. He looked flattered, his body trembling slightly, and he quickly said:
"Aunt, just call me Zijing. I really don't deserve the title 'Master' in front of you."
Lou Fangyun laughed even more unscrupulously, and said with joy in her eyes: "Okay, Zijing, where have you two been playing these days?
The gift you brought today is quite special. Are you going to propose to Xiaoyu?" Her eyes revealed a hint of anticipation and curiosity.
Teng Zijing quickly stood up and said sincerely and firmly, "Yes, auntie, we missed each other for seven years.
In the past seven years, we have experienced too many twists and turns and hardships. Now, we don’t want to make the wrong choice for each other again.
I hope you can help us." His eyes were full of sincerity and desire.
"Really? That's great! After all the hardships you've endured for so many years, you've finally achieved your goal. Amitabha, may God bless you!"
Lou Fangyun was so excited that her voice trembled a little, and she clasped her hands together as if thanking God for his favor.
When Yu Fei witnessed Lou Fangyun's series of actions, the last glimmer of hope in his heart was completely shattered.
He held An Yu's hand and let go weakly, as if he had lost all his strength.
An Yu looked at Yu Fei's distraught appearance and couldn't help feeling a trace of pity in her heart.
She soothed him softly, "Xiao Fei, don't be like this. I have always treated you as my own brother over the years, and it will remain the same in the future."
Yu Fei's eyes were empty and he nodded absentmindedly. He pursed his lips tightly, feeling mixed emotions, not knowing what to say at this moment.
After a long silence, he uttered a few words with difficulty: "Congratulations, Sister An Yu, good things come in pairs." There was a hint of bitterness in his voice.
An Jinsong's face darkened as he glared at Teng Zijing and asked loudly, "You want to marry my daughter, but have you asked for my opinion?" His tone was full of majesty and dissatisfaction.
Upon hearing this, Lou Fangyun turned her head and looked at An Jinsong arrogantly, shouting, "Ah, you old antique, how come you can't tell right from wrong?
My daughter's happiness is not up to you to agree or disagree. I, Lou Fangyun, have the final say." She put her hands on her hips, looking unquestionable.
An Jinsong was so angry that his face flushed red. He stared at Lou Fangyun with bloodshot eyes. His lips trembled, but he was so angry that he could only utter one word: "You..."
The atmosphere in the entire living room suddenly became tense, like the calm before the storm.
Teng Zijing looked at An Jinsong's deflated look, with a barely perceptible contempt flashing in his eyes, but he still approached Lou Fangyun leisurely.
He stretched out his hands and placed them respectfully on Lou Fangyun's shoulders, pressing gently. He said in a tone that was just right and gentle, "Auntie, please sit down first."
Lou Fangyun sat on the sofa with a haughty look on her face as Teng Zijing comforted her.
Then, Teng Zijing turned around disdainfully and walked towards An Jinsong again. He came to An Jinsong and stretched out his hand.
Patting An Jinsong on the back to comfort him, he said in a careless tone, "Uncle, calm down..."
However, before he could finish his words, An Jinsong suddenly turned sideways and forcefully blocked Teng Zijing's outstretched hand. His eyes were filled with anger and dissatisfaction, and he shouted loudly:
"Look at what you've done before. How can I be at ease leaving my precious daughter to you?"
The voice echoed in the living room, as if trying to vent all the anger that had been pent up in his heart for a long time.
After Teng Zijing's hands were opened, he did not show any anger. He looked calm and put his hands in his trouser pockets.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a slightly rogue smile, and he said slowly: "Yes, uncle.
I was too harsh on Xiaoyu before, but that's not my fault alone! You know, when love is deep, you can't help yourself. I loved Xiaoyu too much.
If she hadn't been gone for seven years without a trace, would I have waited until today to propose marriage?
His eyes revealed deep attachment and helplessness, as if telling of the torment of the past seven years.
"Get lost! Even with your silver tongue, I can't let you off so easily!"
An Jinsong was still filled with righteous indignation, his chest heaving violently. It was obvious that he was completely enraged by Teng Zijing's words, and his emotions became more and more agitated.
When Lou Fangyun heard this, she immediately flew into a rage. She stood up with her eyes wide open, glaring at An Jinsong and shouting, "Mr. An, I'm giving you face today, right?"
Her aura was like that of a lioness protecting her cubs, and she would not allow anyone to hinder her daughter's happiness.
Upon seeing this, Teng Zijing hurried forward to stop Lou Fangyun, saying in a calm and confident tone, "Auntie, please don't be angry! Let's talk it out nicely and don't damage the relationship."
After saying that, he once again gently comforted Lou Fangyun to sit down, then slowly turned around, looked at An Jinsong calmly, and asked seriously:
"Uncle, I know you have resentment in your heart, and I also understand that you are doing this for Xiaoyu's own good. What do you want to do to calm your resentment?
I am willing to do my best to make up for my previous mistakes, and I only ask that you help us."
His eyes were full of sincerity and determination, as if he was waiting for An Jinsong's decision.