Dear Daughter

The commotion downstairs alarmed Chen Ping.

There were money all over the living room and cars parked in the courtyard. Looking at this scene, she was so angry that she clenched her teeth hard.

How could this wretched girl have such a good life? Zhao Jinxing was so close to being sent to the Huo Family. Out of expectation, she suddenly got married.

Putting that aside, it would be great if she ended up losing her inheritance rights. However, Zhao Jinxing managed to find such a rich person to marry her.

He was able to get so many luxury cars and cash in such a short time. He must be someone rich with high social status!

God was so unfair!

"Hey, Qin Yu!"

Zhao Hong instantly acted differently towards Qin Yu. At this moment, he looked kind and amiable. It was as if the previously aggressive man was a fake.

"We are family now that you've married Jinxing. Shall we meet your parents and discuss about your wedding? Also, shall we get to know each other more?"

Zhao Hong finally came back to his senses. He knew Qin Yu was definitely someone special. Qin Yu might even be more powerful than the Huo Family. If he could get along with this son-in-law, he would be able to act pompously in City A later.

Qin Yu glanced at Zhao Jinxing and muttered, "I can decide on my own marriage. If Jinxing wants to meet them later, I'll call them over."

In other words, Zhao Hong didn't have the right to see the Qin Family.

Zhao Hong's expression turned a little ugly. He took a glance at the red banknotes in the living room and instantly put on an amiable smile, "It's okay then."

"Oh right, you guys haven't had dinner, right? Madam Zhang, hurry up and cook. Qin Yu, let's have a drink together tonight."

"Wait."

Zhao Jinxing interrupted Zhao Hong's enthusiasm and asked coldly, "If you accept our marriage, shall we talk about the inheritance?"

"Hey, it's your big day. Why are you so insensible to talk about the inheritance?"

Zhao Hong rebuked. He knew Zhao Jinxing's temper very well. He said, "Jinxing, I'm not a biased person. I will give you everything you deserve. I'm getting old, how long can I live? Our family business will all go to you and your sister in the future."

"Hey..."

"Jinxing."

Qin Yu interrupted and held her tightly-clenched right hand. He comforted her gently, "It's really late now, you haven't eaten for the entire day. Let's eat something, alright?"

Zhao Jinxing glanced at him and stopped talking.

"That's right. Come, Let's eat."

Zhao Hong warmly led Qin Yu to the living room, but Qin Yu didn't make a single move. Instead, he bent down and helped Zhao Jinxing up. Then, he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the dining room.

"Cough..." Zhao Hong coughed lightly. Young people these days were indeed not shy to show affection.

"Jinxing sprained her ankle this afternoon, so it's not convenient for her to walk," Qin Yu waited until everyone was seated before he explained.

"Did you sprain your ankle? Is it serious? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Zhao Hong sounded so loving, "Madam Zhang, quick, make a pig's trout soup for Jinxing."

Zhao Jinxing was speechless.