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Duan Ye sneered and ridiculed her directly, without showing any mercy just because Xie Wan Ning was his fiancée.

Instead, he stared at Xie Wan Ning with an even colder expression. Even he didn't mind Jiang Wan Wan smoking, so what right did Xie Wan Ning have to pretend here?

Xie Wan Ning put down the hand that was pinching her nose, bit her lip, lowered her eyes and said nothing, but her pretty face showed aggrieved look.

She didn't expect Duan Ye to say this about her.

Jiang Wanwan looked at the two of them with great interest. She did not put out the cigarette in her hand, but took a deep breath and exhaled quietly.

For a moment, the only sounds in the living room were Jiang Wanwan smoking and exhaling smoke.

"Everyone is here." Duan Ye followed by Duan Hangjin who walked in, threw his coat to the servant and sat down on the sofa with great determination.

Jiang Wanwan stood up from the sofa while smoking, holding the cigarette in one hand, twisting her waist, and took two steps forward, holding Duan Ye's arm.

She blew a smoke ring at Duan Ye leisurely, her eyes raised, showing her charming demeanor: "The Marshal is finally back, and the Young Marshal has brought back his fiancée, Miss Xie Wan Ning."

Even though the smoke rings flew straight into Duan Ye's face, he didn't get angry at all. Instead, he put his arms around Jiang Wanwan's waist and smiled softly, "Really? So what do you think of this Miss Xie?"

"Is he a good match for the young commander?"

These two questions in a row made Xie Wan, who had already stood up and was about to greet Duan Ye, freeze in his tracks, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Jiang Wanwan simply pressed the almost finished cigarette butt in her hand into the ashtray that was held in front of her.

Then he glanced at Xie Wan Ning meaningfully and said, "I'm just a little timid. I'm afraid that the young marshal's temper will scare Miss Xie."

Then he raised his chin towards Duan Hangjin who was holding the ashtray: "Thanks, Adjutant Duan."

"Ma'am, you're being serious."

Duan Hangjin placed the ashtray on the coffee table and stepped aside with his hat brim pressed down, his expression expressionless.

Duan Ye hugged Jiang Wanwan and sat down on the sofa, then slowly spoke: "Miss Xie's timidity is not a disadvantage. As long as she can control Duan Ye's bad temper, it will be enough."

His words were obviously hinting at Duan Ye, and at the same time he was also expressing that it was better for Xie Wan Ning to be timid, as it would be easier for her to get the property.

Duan Hangjin still stood in the corner without changing his expression, as if he didn't exist, but his eyes vaguely glanced at the graceful figure in the Begonia cheongsam.

He immediately pulled up the brim of his hat to cover his vision and expression.

However, Duan Ye heard Duan Ye's hint, and although he looked displeased, he did not refute.

But in his mind, he was thinking about how to get the property that Duan Ye wanted and then send Xie Wan Ning away.

The property was just Duan Ye's excuse. His real purpose was just to get Duan Ye married.

After all, how could the inheritance Xie Wan Ning could be compared with Old Mike's savings.

Duan Ye knew his son well, and if Duan Ye was allowed to get married directly, he would not obey. But if interests were involved, Duan Ye would not object.

After all, he had already noticed his son's peeping at his wife.

However, he is his son after all. Even though he doesn't like him very much, he can't send him away just because of this.

Duan Ye also noticed his father's thoughts. After all, when he picked up Xie Wan Ning, he went to Gu's house to ask for her share of the inheritance. How could he not know the exact amount?

It didn't even come to the point where his marriage was needed in exchange. It was just a reason why Duan Ye wanted him to get married.

But he pretended not to notice and obediently brought Xie Wan Ning back.

But that doesn't mean Duan Ye will let Duan Ye manipulate him. He is just trying to raise money equal to Xie Wan Ning's inheritance to deal with Duan Ye.

Both of them were testing each other and fighting back.

"Marshal." Xie Wan Ning looked at Duan Ye at a loss and greeted him.

After all, Duan Ye is well-known throughout China as a warlord leader who acts in a rough manner.

"sit."

Duan Ye just glanced at her casually and was no longer interested. Instead, he crossed his legs and put his arms on the back of the sofa behind Jiang Wanwan, looking comfortable.

Xie Wan Ning had no choice but to sit down with a smile. Marshal Duan was younger and more handsome than she had imagined, but the aura he carried was so overwhelming that Xie Wan Ning did not dare to look at him.

"Since you have both been engaged before, just hold the wedding."

Hearing Duan Ye urging her to get married, Xie Wan Ning's originally forced smile became more sincere, and she shyly glanced at Duan Ye's handsome face.

"All listen to the Marshal."

Duan Ye just wanted to use Xie Wan Ning to delay time, but he didn't expect that he would be urged to get married directly.

He gave Xie Wan Ning, who was looking happy, a sinister look, which frightened her so much that she lowered her head.

"Father, the time Xie Wan Ning and I have spent together is still too short. Let's wait a little longer."

Duan Ye didn't want to marry this so-called fiancée and directly refuted Duan Ye.

Duan Ye pinched his chin and looked at Duan Ye thoughtfully, with no expression on his handsome face.

But Duan Ye was not afraid at all. Instead, he looked at Duan Ye with a gloomy face.

The father and son seemed to be engaged in an invisible contest.

Just when Xie Wan Ning was feeling a little restless, Duan Ye chuckled and nodded as if in compromise.

"Okay, then let Miss Xie move in first, and have someone prepare a room for her."

Duan Ye gave orders to his servants in a tone that did not allow for refusal. Although Duan Ye was reluctant, he did not say anything.

But when he saw Jiang Wanwan sitting on the sofa and watching a show, Duan Ye couldn't help but clench his fists on the sofa.

His handsome face suddenly darkened, and he sneered, "Second Aunt, you shouldn't mind Xie Wan Ning moving in, right?"

This woman really doesn't care about herself at all. She has no conscience.

If it weren't for the box of gold bars that Old Mike gave to Jiang Wanwan, he would have already collected enough money to give to his father as much as Xie Wanning inherited, and there would be no need for him to be urged to get married.

Jiang Wanwan leaned on Duan Ye's shoulders with her arms crossed over her chest and waved her hands casually: "Of course I don't mind, as long as Miss Xie is quiet and doesn't disturb Jinzhou."

When his adopted brother Duan Jinzhou was mentioned, Duan Ye's face turned gloomy, but his hair on his forehead hid it so no one noticed.

But even Xie Wan Ning, who was sitting next to him, could feel the fierce aura on his body.

She couldn't help but think in her heart that Jinzhou should be the youngest son of Marshal Duan and his second concubine.

Xie Wan Ning had also heard that because Duan Ye doted on his second concubine Jiang Wanwan, Duan Ye's originally firm position suddenly became shaken because of this child.

No wonder Duan Ye is like this.

Unfortunately, Xie Wan Ning didn’t know that she guessed wrong. Duan Ye didn’t like Duan Jinzhou only because he was the child of Jiang Wanwan and Duan Ye.

The inexplicable jealousy in his heart made Duan Ye start to face his own heart. He just liked Jiang Wanwan, even though she was as vulgar as an ordinary woman.

But he just liked her and was jealous that Jiang Wanwan gave birth to a child for Duan Ye.

The most indescribable feeling is that your sweetheart and your father have a child, and the child has to call you "brother".