it's cold again, a steaming bowl of noodles or a bowl of white rice porridge would be perfect.Just as I was thinking that, the heavy door was pushed open from outside and two women walked in.Leading t...The sky was overcast, and a cold wind howled through the trees, causing their branches to rustle.

Ye Qianzhi leaned against the window, peering curiously through the narrow gap at everything in the courtyard.

'Grumble.' When he was really concentrating, his stomach made a loud, drawn-out rumbling sound.

Okay!

With a flat stomach, Ye Qianzhi sighed deeply.

My stomach hurts, Ye Qianzhi clutched her stomach and crouched down.

I've been alive for almost thirty years. Apart from the times when I was young and my family wasn't well off, what kind of tastes have I ever experienced

Now that it's cold again, a steaming bowl of noodles or a bowl of white rice porridge would be perfect.

Just as I was thinking that, the heavy door was pushed open from outside and two women walked in.

Leading the way was a white-haired, taciturn woman, who appeared to be around fifty years old. Following behind her was a middle-aged woman with a pretty face and a smile that made her seem kind and gentle. However, a fleeting calculating glint in her eyes made Ye Qianzhi realize that this woman was probably not as straightforward as she seemed.

Two people walked to the table and put a bowl of white porridge and a small bowl of red braised meat on it.

Smelling the fragrance of the braised meat, Ye Qianzhi's stomach growled even louder. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

I really want to eat!

Ye Qianzhi is so hungry that even if there were a cow in front of her now, she would probably eat it.

I really want to rush over and eat the food on the table, but my rationality is still there, knowing that I shouldn't act hastily right now.

He glanced at the steaming white porridge and red-braised meat, then forced his head away, refusing to look in that direction again.

"Want to eat" The elderly woman put the braised dish aside and sat down on a stool, looking at Ye Qianzhi, and said word by word: "As long as you listen obediently and don't think about going against me, you can have all the white rice and braised dishes you want."

Ye Qiangzhi hung her head, speechless. Gazing at the frail and unfamiliar hand, she knew she had crossed over.

When Ye Qianzhi first arrived, he knew he was imprisoned in a small room. But why he was locked up here, he had no idea.

He has no inherited memories, and doesn't even recognize who these two people in front of him are.

Seeing that Qianzhi wouldn't speak, the elder woman continued, "If you don't agree to this, and refuse to fight, this morning, Wang Mazizi from the neighboring village came to our house to propose marriage. His wife died last month by swallowing rat poison, and there are three children at home. If you marry him, not only will you have to serve Wang Mazizi, but also raise other people's children."

“Think it over carefully. Are you going to marry into the Song family in place of your cousin, or marry Wang Mazizi!” The older woman said coldly: “The Ye family raised you for fourteen years, it wasn’t for nothing.”

A few words, yet Ye Qianzhi grasped the key information.

Wang Mazhazi's situation is right there, and from this point of view, that so-called Song family certainly wouldn't be any better off.

Surrogate

Still getting married in place of her cousin

Although Ye Qianzhi doesn't have her original memories, she is intelligent and can deduce the general situation from even a tiny bit of information.

It must have been something that happened to the Song family or the groom, which led Original's cousin to make the decision to break off the engagement.

Regardless of whether it's ancient or modern times, breaking an engagement before the wedding is not a happy event for either party. Especially if one party calls off the engagement, it will damage the reputation of that party and make it difficult for them to find a good match.

Once she understood this, Ye Qianzhi realized why Yuan had been confined to the room and why her stomach was churning when she woke up. She figured it must be these two people in front of her who were trying to force Yuan into submission using this method, making her agree to this marriage!

But no one would have thought that the original was actually dead.

As the old saying goes: "Parents' words are matchmakers' decrees." Even though Ye Qianzhi just crossed over and didn't even know the situation clearly, she understood that what made her head spin wasn't these two people in front of her.

Not to mention resisting these ridiculous arranged marriages, I don't even have the strength to leave this house right now.

It's better not to suffer immediate losses, it's important to protect your life first, and then make plans!

The elderly woman's words caused Ye Qiangzhi to think hard, and she finally made a decision.

From the attitudes of these two people in front of her, Ye Qianzhi couldn't help but guess that this aunt she had never met was very pampered at home. Otherwise, she wouldn't have forced Yuan to marry instead.

No matter what happened on Song's side, just based on the fact that his cheap cousin had been betrothed to the Song family before, it could be known that the Song family should be a good family.

It's fine if you get married. It's not a big deal.

Before crossing over, Ye Qianchi had never been married, and she hadn't even dated anyone. But she was optimistic; after marrying into the Song family, if she wasn't satisfied with or liked the man, she could just divorce!

First marriage from family, second marriage from others!

After they leave, these people will have no say in the matter!

Done!

A thought struck her mind, but Ye Qianzhi wouldn't agree directly. After some deliberation, she said, "It's fine if I get married, but... I don't know much about the Song family. You have to tell me about the Song family's situation so that I can make a choice."

The elderly woman had long been prepared for Ye Qianzhi's troublemaking. Hearing Ye Qianzhi say this, for a moment, she didn't react at all.

Luckily, a middle-aged woman nearby reacted quickly and quietly recounted the situation of the Song family.

Ger Ye Qiangzhi's thoughts were similar to those of Ye Qianzhi. Her cousin, Song Sanlang, the fiance of her younger cousin, was a student who had gone to Beijing to study. Because both parties were not young anymore, after discussions between the two families, it was decided that they would get married at the end of the year.

Who knew, on his way back to the capital, Song Saburo suddenly fell ill and lost consciousness. His life hung by a thread.

After the doctor's diagnosis, he told the Song family that there was no cure for the illness and asked them to prepare for a funeral.

Could the Song family just stand by and watch as Song Saburo vanished like that

It's said that the custom of "chongxi" (a marriage ritual to appease ghosts) could bring Song Sanlang back from the underworld. Well, the Song family hastily changed the wedding date to have Ye Wenqian from the Ye family marry into the Song family sooner.

Ye Wenqian naturally wouldn't agree, and neither would the rest of the Ye family.

Maybe one day Song Sanlang will die, and if Ye Wenqian marries him then, wouldn't she be at risk of becoming a widow anytime

So Ye Qianchi, the poor little thing with her father dead, her mother remarried, and no one to care for her, had a pitiful head.

Yè Wénqiàn didn't want to marry and become a widow, but Yè Qiānzhī's light brown eyes grew brighter after hearing this.

How good it is to be a widow!

Marry into a family, don't even consider divorce. Just wait for the other party to die. Then you'll not only regain your freedom, but you might even get a windfall!

Such a thing, passing by, you must not miss it!

So she agreed readily, overjoyed: "Okay, I'll marry you!"

(The End)hat it's cold again, a steaming bowl of noodles or a bowl of white rice porridge would be perfect.Just as I was thinking that, the heavy door was pushed open from outside and two women walked in.Leadi...