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Jiang's house in Xiaoqiao Village.
Jiang Jizu Hall.
Sitting on the master chair, Jiang Jizu was shocked when he saw the wedding gifts stacked on the table and coffee table.
"Dad, do you really want to marry me to the Xia family?" Ganoderma came out of the bedroom and walked to Jiang Jizu's side, pointing to Caili and said sadly.
"Now that the wood is done, has it become?" Jiang Jizu said helplessly.
"Dad, don't say anything about the son of the Xia family. I heard people say that he is very sick." Ganoderma said angrily.
"Maybe this rush of joy has come back again?" Jiang Jizu said with a glimmer of hope.
"How can it be? I heard people say that it is dying, maybe once the red happy event has passed, then it will be the happy event in vain!" Ganoderma said desperately.
"It's all my fault." Jiang Jizu said reproachfully: "Seventeen years ago, Xia Bingzhang and I were teaching at Longguang Academy. His wife and your mother were pregnant with children. We were so dizzy that we got married. Who knew it would be such a big mistake!"
"Now that the situation has changed, can't it be changed?" Ganoderma looked at his father with pleading eyes and said.
"How can I change the promise of more than ten years? I can't do that treachery!" Jiang Jizu insisted.
"It seems that in order to preserve my father's dignity, I knew that there was a fire pit ahead, so I had to jump into the fire pit." Ganoderma lucidum said with tears.
"This..." Jiang Jizu had nothing to say.
"It seems that I am keeping the widow's life." Ganoderma lucidum burst into tears and said, covering his face with both hands.
Mother Zhou, who was standing next to him, couldn't stand it anymore, so she made a plan and said, "Master, I have a slow-down plan. I wonder if the master is willing to use it?"
"What's the plan, you can talk about it," Jiang Jizu said.
"Let the lady pretend to be sick, just say that she is bedridden and unable to get married." Zhou Ma said.
"This trick works." Ganoderma lucidum said with grief and joy.
"No, this is deceit. How can we, the family of calligraphy and rituals, do such a virtuous thing!" Jiang Jizu blamed.
After hearing Jiang Jizu's blame, Zhou Ma turned around and walked into the room when she heard the cry of the baby in the room.
"That daughter has only a dead end-Damn, why did you go so early, what do you ask your daughter to do!" Lingzhi cried loudly.
"Ganoderma lucidum, maybe the day is worthy of the painstaking efforts, and the child of the Xia family will be healed as soon as he is sick?" Jiang Jizu walked to his daughter and comforted her.