"Uncle, I've already heard from Auntie what you want to tell me, so there's no need to say it again. I will not give up on Lingling, nor will I get married. The fifty thousand yuan I owe you, I will definitely pay it back within this year," Jiang Miaoyan said after hesitating for a moment.
As soon as she spoke, the middle-aged man was immediately embarrassed.
His expression quickly changed from proud and confident to serious again.
"Miaoyan, what are you saying? I took a long time to arrange this marriage for you, and you're refusing without even seeing it?" The middle-aged man still maintained a relatively nice tone, but his expression turned somewhat unsightly.
But Jiang Miaoyan remained resolute.
She had long decided that she belonged to Chen Yang and wouldn't consider these issues anymore.
"Uncle, there's really no need. I know what I'm doing," Jiang Miaoyan said again.
Jiang Miaoyan's repeated refusal completely angered the middle-aged man.
He immediately became furious.
