Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Ms. Yao Yaling was stunned. She probably couldn't accept that her daughter, whom she had always been proud of, actually had such a naughty side. Her eyes were wide open.

Tang's father quickly patted her on the back:

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. There is no child who is not naughty."

Yao Yaling immediately changed her target:

"What do you mean, do you know something?"

Father Tang glanced at Tang Qianyu:

"I saw Qianyu mix flour into your cosmetics with my own eyes..."

Tang Qianyu was stunned: "Dad, you actually saw it? Then why didn't you expose me?"

Tang's father said: "You only mixed in a little bit, not too naughty, and that's because your mother enrolled you in a university you didn't like."

Tang Qianyu was already eighteen years old at that time, and her way of resisting her mother was to mix some flour into her cosmetics. How could that be considered a big deal?

In Tang's father's eyes, this was not a big deal at all. Instead, he thought his daughter was very cute.

Yao Yaling was obviously angry again. She pointed at Tang's father and then at Tang Qianyu:

"Okay, you guys... so I'm the bad guy, right?"

"My conscience is suffering, do you understand?"

Tang Qianyu quickly admitted her mistake:

"Yes, I understand."

"Mom, I know you're doing this for my own good. Our family has had enough of living in fear. You don't want me to have a hard time. I really understand."

"Although I was messing with your things behind your back, I didn't blame you at all after I was done. Really, I really love you."

Yao Yaling couldn't stand this and was completely stunned by her daughter's sudden confession.

Su Ning'er brought tea over. As she drank the tea and with Mr. Tang's patient persuasion, Ms. Yao Yaling's mood gradually calmed down.

After her mother's emotions had stabilized, Tang Qianyu asked cautiously:

"Mom, I was planning to confess this to you guys later. How did you know?"

Yao Yaling put down the teacup heavily and glared at Tang Qianyu:

"How do we know?"

"That bastard Geng Huaijing even came to our house to propose marriage, bringing his mother and a group of women from his aunts and uncles. He said your baby is almost two months old and asked us to agree to your marriage as soon as possible and hold the wedding before your belly gets bigger."

"What?" Tang Qianyu was shocked: "Geng Huaijing, how did he know I was pregnant?"

Yao Yaling said unhappily:

"He's the biological father of the child, how could he not know?"

"No, are you guys hiding something from me? That bastard Geng Huaijing shouldn't know you're pregnant? You didn't tell him?"

Seeing her mother's expression becoming more and more terrifying, Tang Qianyu didn't dare to say anything more: "...It's not too late."

She didn't even dare to confess her intention to secretly give birth to the child and raise it alone.

But how did Geng Huaijing know this?

Tang Qianyu looked at Su Ning'er, who shook her head at her.

Seeing that Su Ning'er denied it, Tang Qianyu believed that it was not her sister who told the secret.

However, it doesn’t matter how Geng Huaijing knew it.

The important thing is, he actually came to my house to ask for marriage?

Tang Qianyu's heart couldn't stop beating, and it was beating quite fast.

Fortunately, Ms. Yao Yaling is used to coordinating everything, and she waved her hand:

"Although I despise that boy, it's my own daughter's fault for not living up to her promise and getting pregnant with someone else's child."

"I'm just asking you, what are you going to do with this child? Do you want to keep him or not?"

Tang Qianyu immediately straightened his chest:

"Yes, I want to give birth to the baby. No matter who objects, it's useless. My sister has already persuaded me many times. Don't try to influence my decision this time."