Reborn, I am doing involution on Jinshan

"No, I will never agree to it. Don't you have another daughter? Let Donghua marry him. I will find another way to compensate the Yin family for their kindness in raising me."

Yin Xiaoyao was determined and spoke without thinking in her excitement, "Adoptive father, I'm sorry, I can't accept such an arrangement. My happiness should be decided by myself." After that, she hung up the phone.

She was so angry that she wanted to kill someone, but she still accepted her fate and continued cleaning. She needed more time to think.

After the phone rang for the eighth time, she glanced at the number coldly and dialed the line, "Xiaoyao, I haven't finished yet."

"Oh, my phone was almost out of battery, Dad, tell me."

She wiped her forehead and felt her vision blur and her head spin. She quickly lay down and felt better.

Yin Zhaoliang, who had always been arrogant, was suddenly called "Dad". He was stunned for a moment and softened his voice. "Don't blame Dad for being unkind and unreasonable. Donghua likes Duan Qingyang, but he doesn't like her. Even if you have a boyfriend, he's just a wage earner. Give me some money and I'll help you get rid of him."

"I want to tell you, Duan Qingyang sent someone to tell you that even if you are pregnant, it doesn't matter. If you want to give birth, you can give birth. He wants to marry you. Hello, hello."

Hearing this, Yin Xiaoyao on the other side of the Pacific Ocean was so shocked that she couldn't hold the phone anymore. With a "bang", the phone fell to the side of the sofa. She turned over and leaned against the back of the sofa to catch her breath.

His voice was trembling uncontrollably. "Dad, what benefits did Duan Qingyang give you? Now, can't you tell me?"

"Xiaoyao..."

"Is he crazy?" After calming down, Yin Xiaoyao gritted her teeth and complained about the Chinese national quintessence.

"Also, I've always lived with my grandma, and it's always been my mom who's taken care of me. Why do you think I'll obey you in everything?"

Yin Zhaoliang paused, then said with a bit of hesitation, "I don't agree with arranged marriages either. If you don't believe me, come back and ask your second uncle, your brother Le Dong. I didn't expect him to be so stubborn. He said he'd give us the Baiwan Kuiyuan land, plus 2 million yuan for the betrothal gift. How about you two get married first? If you really don't get along, you can always get a divorce in a few years, right? Dad, Dad, I'll definitely help you get a smooth divorce."

"button it!" Yin Xiaoyao couldn't help but complain about the national quintessence of heaven again, unable to remain calm, "In a few years, you won't be able to find my body. Are you so cruel that you want me to die?" She choked up at the last part of the sentence, and tears as big as beans slid down silently.

Yin Zhao turned on the screen and listened to the suppressed crying of the woman in the microphone. His heart was desolate. After he finished speaking, he felt that he was shameless and an unforgivable scumbag father, but once the words were out, there was no turning back.

Having no career is more painful to him than death.

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air

"Xiaoyao, are you listening?" Yin Chuangliang found his voice again.

"Um"

"Xiaoyao, the scumbag is the second son of the Duan family. Dad won't harm you. Add me on QQ later and I'll send you Duan Qingyang's information. Duan Qingyang is very handsome and you will like him. I have never seen such a handsome successor. He looks like a big star." He said it fluently with the aura of a patriarch.

Yin Xiaoyao is now certain that her cheap adoptive father has been brainwashed by Duan Qingyang and has gone crazy due to poverty.

The problem is, he is not really poor. He owns countless properties, dozens of Chaoshan beef restaurant branches, a cross-border real estate agency, and has built high-rise buildings in two first-tier cities, becoming a developer himself.

The number of employees under her was increasing. This was something she had seen from her brother Yin Ledong's social photos on QQ space.

That was added by the original owner.

There is a kind of poverty called poverty of the heart.

Bai Yilong and Su Jingxuan are not people who can be easily bribed with money. Let alone whether he can receive half of the hundreds of millions of betrothal gifts, Duan Qingyang has no good intentions.

Yin Xiaoyao calmed down and said calmly, "Dad, a country scum like me can only offer a betrothal gift of 80,000 yuan at most. Don't believe Duan Qingyang's nonsense. 200 million yuan for a betrothal gift is a lie. If you don't know, you might think I'm a fairy."

She started to make fun of herself, and she felt that she was getting smoother with her words.

When you are pregnant, you need to control your emotions. Extreme joy or sorrow is not good for the fetus.

"Eighty thousand?" Yin Zhao's tone was filled with obvious surprise. He didn't expect that his daughter could only come up with such a small amount of betrothal gift.

"You don't want to marry a rich man with 300 million, but you marry a poor boy with only 80,000. What's wrong with you?"

Yin Xiaoyao felt bitter in her heart, she knew that she was far less important to her father than money.

Three hundred million, that sounds so heartbreaking.

"Dad, this is all my savings. Besides, marriage is a matter between two people, why must it be measured by the bride price?" Yin Xiaoyao tried to persuade her father.

Yin Zhaoliang was silent for a moment, then said, "Xiaoyao, Daddy is doing this for your own good. Duan Qingyang's family is very rich. If you can marry him, you won't have to suffer in the future, and you'll even have servants to serve you. One day, you'll be grateful to Daddy for choosing a good match for you."

He refused to budge, and after a long conversation, he went back to his old ways. This stubborn old man really wanted to stick a few needles in his head. She had only borrowed the Yin family's surname, and she had never seen him support her for a single day.

Who are you fooling?

Yin Xiaoyao sneered: "For my own good? You are just doing it for your own benefit! I will never marry someone I don't love!"

"You haven't met Duan Qingyang, how do you know? He won't like him. Men will love their wives only when they are older." He continued to persuade.

The phone was burning, and tears were flowing. All that needed to be said had been said. Yin Xiaoyao had lost her patience and stopped pretending to be unhappy. Her voice was hard and cold: "No more. I only listen to my mother. I only know that my grandmother and my mother are good to me. I am not a fashionable woman. I am a traditional woman. I take revenge when there is revenge, and I repay grievances when there are grievances. I only talk about gratitude and grudges, regardless of gender."

"I heard that you and your mother are getting a divorce. You can't even live well and handle your own marriage. How can you guarantee that the man you choose is a good man?"

She is very disgusting!

Yin Zhaoliang seemed to have been stabbed in the lungs and was cursing in Chaoshan dialect before he realized that his adopted daughter had hung up the phone.

Yin Xiaoyao washed her face, wiping away the traces of tears. She quickly connected her phone to its charger and continued cleaning, temporarily forgetting the disgusting Yin-Duan marriage.

Her biological parents are still alive, not dead. She just endures the nausea and vomiting to avoid a fallout.

Of course, she also had her own selfish reasons, not mentioning her biological parents at all, in order to avoid being threatened by a mad dog and having her family's safety taken away.

In just three days, I had undergone a complete transformation, from single to married. Fortunately, it was a secret marriage, so I didn't have to deal with the hypocritical socializing of gossip girls.

knock knock knock

Someone was knocking on the door. Through the peephole, I saw my female neighbor, Sister Zhang, with her noble face and silky black hair, shining with gold.

Yin Xiaoyao opened the door and saw Sister Zhang holding a box of durians, smiling broadly. "Xiaoyao, I heard some noises in your room. Are you really back? Come on, I bought too many durians, so I'll give you a box to try. I tried it, and it's really sweet."

"Thank you, Sister Zhang, you are so polite." Yin Xiaoyao took the durian with some surprise.

"What are you thanking me for? We're all neighbors, so we look out for each other." Sister Zhang said with a smile, "By the way, Xiaoyao, have you seen my husband these days?"

"Your husband? I didn't notice." Yin Xiaoyao shook her head.

"I don't know where he's been these past few days. He's nowhere to be seen all day," complained Sister Zhang. "I called him but he didn't answer. It's so frustrating."

"Maybe he is busy with work, don't worry too much." Yin Xiaoyao comforted.

"I hope so." Sister Zhang sighed, "Then I won't bother you anymore. If you have anything, just come to me."

"Okay, thank you Sister Zhang." Yin Xiaoyao closed the door, put the durian on the table, and continued to clean the house.

She let out a long sigh and thought Sister Zhang was here to act as a matchmaker again, but fortunately it wasn't her.

Shouldn't I call the police after not seeing him for a few days? This person from another world is becoming increasingly difficult to understand.

Every family has its own problems, and every person has their own worries. There are a thousand Harry Potters, and indeed, there are a thousand Harry stories.