Mrs. Yan choked: "Chen'er, no matter who told my mother, this matter is true..."
Yan Chen said calmly: "I came to Tianjutang because I heard that there was an accident in Tianjutang, so I came to take a look. Did you ever say that you were engaged to Miss Leng? Who did mother listen to?"
Lan Waihu opened her eyes wide, as if she didn't expect Yan Chen to deny it. She held the wedding invitation in her sleeve with her fingers and seemed to want to say something...
Gu Xijiu put a hand on Lan Waihu's shoulder and shook her head slightly, so the little fox stopped talking.
Mrs. Yan was dumbfounded by her son's question, and said: "Someone... someone saw you printing wedding invitations... My mother was afraid that the wedding invitations you made were not standard and would lose the Yan family's face, so she specially printed hundreds of them. I’ll bring you a copy…”
She glanced at Leng Wushuang, who took out a wad from his sleeve and handed it to Mrs. Yan.
Mrs. Yan handed it to her son again as if to please: "Are you satisfied with it if you come and see?"
Gu Xijiu took a look at the wedding invitation. It was actually a gold-gilded invitation. The words on it were completely printed with gold powder. It looked much more elegant and refined than the two invitations sent by Yan Chen.
Yan Chen didn't answer the question: "Mother, won't you tell me who brought the news?"
Mrs. Yan was a little embarrassed and annoyed by him: "Chen'er, are you forcing me to ask my mother? My mother only wants to ask you, have you printed any wedding invitations in this regard?"
Yan Chen closed his eyes slightly, but did not deny it: "Yes, I just printed two of them!"
He was actually making a last-ditch effort to see the little fox's attitude, so he made this fake post. He originally wanted to find Gu Xijiu and the others to explain it this morning and then destroy the post. But he didn't expect that his mother would take the opportunity to come and want to make it a fait accompli...
Based on the distance traveled by Yan's mother and others, it would take four or five days to get here. In other words, Yan's mother knew about this matter four or five days ago...
Four or five days ago, only Lan Yue accidentally saw these two posts of his.
Mrs. Yan immediately grasped this point: "Chen'er, then you are too casual. The people here are all fellow practitioners and elders. How can it be enough if you only print two of them? It's not wrong for my mother to print others for you. ah… "
Mrs. Yan was very capable of evading important matters and took back the initiative with a few words. She said with sincerity and sincerity: "Chen'er, I know that you and Wu Shuang are in love, so you are only happy to be engaged as your mother. I will also take good care of it for you, you should discuss it with your mother in advance."
Yan Chen said in a calm voice: "After all these years, mother still doesn't know her child's attitude? Chen'er and Miss Leng have no personal relationship, so mother doesn't need to worry."
Mrs. Yan's face darkened: "Chen'er, this is your fault. How can a marriage be such a trivial matter? How are you putting Wushuang's face at risk by doing this? Everyone knows that you and her are about to get engaged... but you say it's just an engagement. Just kidding, how will this make her behave in the future?"
Yan Chen lowered his eyes: "No one would have known about this matter, and it would not have harmed Miss Leng's reputation. It was the mother's decision. Chen'er had nothing to do."
Yan's mother was a little worried: "Chen'er, after all, it was you who printed the post first, which made my mother misunderstand..."
Yan Chen's eyes were sharp: "Mom, you didn't misunderstand, but did it on purpose, right? If the child really wanted to be engaged to Miss Leng, how could he not inform his parents? Besides, sending wedding invitations to Tianjutang Chen'er should be sent by herself, so why bother mother taking Miss Leng to this serious trip? Mother is just taking advantage of the situation and wants to make Chen'er a fait accompli, so that Chen'er can no longer shirk it, isn't it? "
(End of chapter)