“Um… Miss Liu…”
“Call me Yingfeng, husband.”
Liu Yingfeng replied, her tone laced with a bit of shyness.
“…”
Lin Wuming paused, gulped, and cautiously asked….
“But… didn’t that engagement already get canceled?”
“Canceled?”
Liu Yingfeng frowned, glancing at Lin Wuming.
Having learned the Lin family had sent someone to assassinate her future husband, she had been sure the annulment must’ve been orchestrated by them.
But from his reaction… it didn’t seem that way?
“Husband, was that cancellation letter really written by your own hand?”
“Uh… yeah.”
Lin Wuming nodded honestly.
“Why?”
Liu Yingfeng looked at him in disbelief, unable to understand.
Was she really that undesirable in his eyes?
Lin Wuming shrank his neck back.
He could clearly see that this boss-level beauty was getting upset.
If he said something like “I thought you were just a typical rejectable fiancée character in a cliché plotline,” she’d definitely slap him into the next dimension.
“Uh… well… I just thought… marriage is a lifelong matter, right? It shouldn’t be taken lightly. We should both seriously consider whether we’re actually compatible, don’t you think?”
“So in your eyes, our engagement was something you could just take lightly?!”
Liu Yingfeng was angry now.
She had never expected to be actually rejected by her future husband.
But just as she had declared in the Lin family estate—this engagement?
She refused to accept it being broken.
A perfectly fine engagement, and he wanted to cancel it just like that?
What did that make of her? Of their elders?
As the personal disciple of the Taixu Hall, and its top prodigy, being rejected was an utter embarrassment!
“I… I didn’t mean it that way!”
Liu Yingfeng’s spiritual pressure had already become quite intimidating.
Lin Wuming quickly waved his hands.
Based on the aura she was giving off, her strength was no joke—who knew what would happen if he truly angered her?
“Miss! Miss!”
Ling’er quickly tugged her mistress aside.
Look at that young master—he’s clearly terrified!
Even if he was the one in the wrong, Miss couldn’t just pressure him like this.
If she scared him off completely, and he started thinking she was a domineering woman… then everything would be doomed.
Reminded by Ling’er, Liu Yingfeng took a breath and softened her expression.
She coughed lightly, suppressed her aura, and said gently:
“In any case, Young Master Lin, regarding this annulment… I do not accept it. Neither will the Liu family. I hope you’ll reconsider carefully…”
Lin Wuming wiped sweat from his brow, about to breathe a sigh of relief—
—when He Yingying finally couldn’t hold it back anymore.
“This so-called engagement is just a piece of paper. No one said it has to be fulfilled. Since Senior Brother is unwilling, why keep clinging to him and chattering on?”
She couldn’t stand it anymore.
This woman, who came out of nowhere, wanted to take her senior brother away?
Not a chance.
Liu Yingfeng was no expert at quarreling.
For a moment, she was left speechless by the retort.
“Oh?”
It was Ling’er who stepped forward, eyes half-lidded as she looked at He Yingying with a sweet smile.
“You must be the little junior sister? You’re still quite young, so you might not understand how these things work yet. Since our Miss and your Senior Brother are already engaged, it’s not something that can be broken off just because one side feels like it…”
She smiled meaningfully.
“If anything, you should try to get along with our Miss. If she’s in a good mood after marrying your Senior Brother, maybe she’ll let you be the second wife…”
Ling’er wasn’t dense—one glance and she could tell what was going on in that little girl’s mind.
“You—!”
He Yingying was too angry to speak.
Why?!
She had met Senior Brother first.
They had gone through so much together.
Why should she settle for second place?!
Just because that woman had big boobs?!
Or some stupid engagement?
“Um… everyone, can we all calm down a little…”
Lin Wuming saw things getting dangerously out of hand and tried to defuse the situation.
“Shut up, Senior Brother!”
“Silence, Young Master!”
“…”
“Ling’er,” Liu Yingfeng called softly.
Ling’er immediately shrank back, realizing she had gotten too carried away.
He Yingying also realized she might’ve gone too far.
She looked at Lin Wuming with worry, afraid she had made a bad impression and lowered her head in regret.
“Young Master Lin…”
“Yes, I’m here!”
Lin Wuming straightened up nervously, facing this fiancée of his.
Now that he looked carefully, she really was no less beautiful than his senior or junior sisters.
Graceful, refined, with an ethereal temperament.
Maybe not quite as curvy as his senior sister, but she had her own charm.
Not to mention, she was powerful.
And from a noble family.
A fiancée like this… wasn’t actually bad at all.
Had he known from the start she was such a strong, beautiful woman with a great personality, he would never have sent that annulment letter.
In fact, he would’ve happily married her on the spot, had the wedding tonight, and spent the night in a romantic bridal chamber!
But… wasn’t this kind of plot just asking for disaster?
Just being the daughter of the Liu family in the capital wouldn’t earn her a seat on the VIP platform at the Music Grand Ceremony.
What did that mean?
That she had more backing—serious backing.
A beautiful, mysterious, powerful woman like this… was dangerous!
If news of their engagement got out, he’d instantly become the target of a hundred jealous geniuses, all named something like “Ao Tian,” “Liang Chen,” or “Ye Tian.”
He might get the girl, sure—but he wouldn’t live long enough to enjoy it.
He’d read stories like this in webnovels: unless the author planned to kill off the MC, the male lead always survived no matter how reckless he was.
But this was real life!
Nope—before leveling up and finding someone powerful to protect him, he absolutely could not get married.
Survival first.
Sustainable growth was the true path.
“Young Master Lin’s words do make sense,” Liu Yingfeng now spoke calmly.
“Just as you said—marriage should be mutual. Forcing it would only backfire…”
Lin Wuming let out a breath of relief—wait no, not yet.
Liu Yingfeng continued…
“So, now that we’ve met a few times, I feel we’re quite compatible. I am willing to marry you and become your wife. What are your thoughts, Young Master?”
No way!?
Lin Wuming was stunned.
Big sis, what exactly do you see in me?
I’ll change it, okay!?
Everyone in the room turned their gaze toward him.
Especially He Yingying, who was tightly clenching her fists.
She stared at her Senior Brother anxiously, afraid he’d be blinded by a pair of giant distractions and say yes on the spot.
But to Lin Wuming, saying yes was definitely not an option.
Yet rejecting her outright… was also clearly a bad idea.
He could already see killing intent rising in the maid’s eyes.
If he rejected her, it would disgrace this noble lady—death by sword ending incoming.
Cold sweat streamed down Lin Wuming’s back.
He was stuck.
Anyone got a way out of this?
Asking online, its urgent.