The obedient girl glances up, and the tyrannical tycoon kneels down to pamper her.

Pei Youyou and Pei Yuanzhou had an argument over the dowry.

The 300 million emerald was saved, and the license plate with five sixes was also saved.

But then there are houses, cars, shops, and other real estate, each worth millions or tens of millions.

She couldn't bear to part with it, so she casually swiped away most of it.

The mother also tried to find cheaper alternatives.

Her brother not only crossed out the things she had crossed out, but also crossed out an additional set of jewelry worth 1.2 million.

She snatched the tablet and said, "It's mine!"

Her brother actually snapped at her: "Then go and get married."

Her brother scolded her again because of Luo Huai.

Pei Youyou ran away crying and called the young master of the Xing family.

The fake one.

His name is Xing Zhengyu.

Ever since the incident involving the real and fake young masters came to light, the Xing family patriarch and matriarch have been trying to set things right and have Pei Youyou marry the real one. They have been in frequent private contact.

One is because of liking it, and the other is because of profit.

So when Pei Youyou made a phone call, Xing Zhengyu immediately came to find her.

He was dressed in a suit and had a tall, slender figure.

Her slightly upturned peach blossom eyes exuded both gentleness and nobility.

He is a noble young master from a wealthy family, a promising prince among the elite.

Pei Youyou's mood improved as soon as she saw him.

Her eyes became bright and sparkling.

You can smell a faint scent of perfume on him when you get closer.

"Brother Zhengyu." Pei Youyou suddenly became shy and coquettish.

Xing Zhengyu took a small step back, met Pei Youyou's adoring gaze, and gently called her, "Miss Pei."

"Brother Zhengyu, why are you calling me Miss Pei? It sounds so formal."

"Miss Pei..."

"I told you not to call me that so formally, Zheng Yu, just call me Youyou." She looked up and smiled, a blush on her face.

Xing Zhengyu shook his head: "We can't call her that now. It's not proper. Miss Pei is about to marry into the Xing family. I'm not the real young master of the Xing family. From now on, I should address Miss Pei as Young Madam Pei, just like everyone else. If my elder brother can accept me, I should also call Miss Pei Sister-in-law."

Pei Youyou was unhappy again: "I don't want to marry him. It's Zheng Yu who is clearly my betrothed."

“The one engaged to Miss Pei is Young Master Xing.” Xing Zhengyu said with a bitter expression, “I am not.”

“Who said you aren’t? You’re still in the Xing family, still surnamed Xing, and still the president of Xing Corporation, aren’t you? How can a country bumpkin compare to Brother Zhengyu? Even if he is, so what? He’s incompetent.” Pei Youyou pouted. “Who wants to marry him? I don’t want to.”

Xing Zhengyu sighed softly: "Miss Pei..."

"Call me by my name!"

"Youyou..." Xing Zhengyu changed his tone again, gently lifting her head as they got into the car, "How about we go to your favorite dessert shop for afternoon tea?"

"Mmm!" Pei Youyou moved a little closer to Xing Zhengyu. They used to hold hands when they rode in the car, but now it seemed they couldn't.

Xing Zhengyu caught a glimpse of her expectant look as she tried to hold his hand, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

“Youyou, you are Miss Pei, and your older brother is the young master of the Xing family. Whether you like it or not, you are going to get married.”

"What do you mean 'whether you're willing or not'? He's not willing?" Pei Youyou was furious. "I'm a member of the Pei family, and he's just a peasant who grew up picking up trash. How dare he not be willing? It's infuriating! Does he really think he's some kind of young master?"

Xing Zhengyu gently patted her back to calm her down, "Don't be angry, what if you get sick from getting angry? Uncle Pei, Aunt Pei, President Pei and I... they will all be worried."

Pei Youyou heard a soft "I," and even though Zheng Yu quickly took it back, she was sure she heard it.

The man was right beside her, his warm hand gently stroking her back. He didn't touch her inappropriately or do anything improper, and he looked worried.

Her face flushed slightly again.

"Brother Zhengyu will worry about me too, right?"

"How could I not worry about you? After all, we were the ones who started out..." Xing Zhengyu hesitated, then let go of her hand and looked at her affectionately. "You know I stole my brother's original life, and anyone would have some resentment in their heart. And it's the two of us who are engaged, so I'm a little worried about you."

"I'm sorry, Youyou."

Seeing him so remorseful, Pei Youyou felt terrible. She shook her head and said, "No, no, I'm sorry. It's not your fault."

"Youyou, let's not meet in private anymore. Today was an accident, and it was also a blessing from heaven." Xing Zhengyu pursed his lips, his eyes glistening with tears. "From now on, you will be my sister-in-law."

"I'm not." Pei Youyou resisted with all her might, grabbing Xing Zhengyu's hand that was pulled back into the air.

She doesn't want to be Zheng Yu's sister-in-law!

"Brother Zhengyu, the person I like is you."

Xing Zhengyu suddenly leaned over and kissed the back of her hand.

He couldn't help himself.

Pei Youyou's cheeks flushed.

"Zheng, Brother Zhengyu..."

"I'm sorry, Youyou, I didn't mean to, I just..." He looked at him with deep affection, "...couldn't control myself."

“I know you’ll soon become my sister-in-law, but I really can’t control myself. We should be the ones getting married.”

"I'm the one who likes you, but I have to call you sister-in-law..."

"Sister-in-law?" He chuckled softly, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Pei Youyou felt heartbroken and threw herself into his arms, "Zhengyu-ge, I only like you, I don't like that country bumpkin!"

A look of triumph flashed in Xing Zhengyu's eyes, and he lowered his voice, "What does it matter if she likes him or not? Youyou is still going to marry him."

"No!" Pei Youyou cried out anxiously, hugging his waist tightly. "It's not me who's marrying her, it's Luo Huai, it's Luo Huai! She's going to marry in my place."

I've told you everything.

Xing Zhengyu was stunned; he was genuinely stunned.

He didn't expect things to turn out this way. He originally wanted to take the secret route, but now he doesn't need to.

He still had some doubts.

Who is Luo Huai?

"My parents adopted me seventeen years ago."

Few outsiders knew that the Pei family had adopted Luo Huai, especially after they had secured their connections and completely stabilized the situation. The Pei family never let Luo Huai show his face again.

Whenever the Pei family hosts a banquet, Pei Youyou locks Luo Huai in her room and warns her not to go out.

If Pei Yuanzhou asks, Pei Youyou will say that Luo Huai is studying, otherwise how could he have gotten first place?

Luo Huai was also aware of his dependence on others and never resisted anything.

No one suspected anything, and it didn't attract anyone's attention.

"Is she the one standing in the room on the first floor at your birthday party last year?" Xing Zhengyu had seen her once by chance. She had a beautiful face and a good figure. She was wearing a simple blue dress, but she was unforgettable at first glance.

In the blink of an eye, the curtains were drawn, and he never saw them again.

He initially thought she was a maid from the Pei family, and he even inquired about her, offering a high price to hire her if possible.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out.

It turns out we were looking in the wrong direction from the start.

Xing Zhengyu snapped out of his daze and asked again, "It really wasn't you who got married? Was it your family's adopted daughter?"

"Okay!" Pei Youyou nodded, realizing she had let something slip, and said with a hint of worry, "Brother Zhengyu, please don't tell anyone."

Xing Zhengyu hugged her tightly, his joy visibly evident, and he held her even tighter. "That's wonderful, Youyou, that's wonderful, you're still mine."

Pei Youyou blushed even more upon hearing this.

She arched her head slightly, her voice shy and sweet: "I originally belonged to Zheng Yu, and I only like Zheng Yu."

Xing Zhengyu wished he could meld the person into his own body.

A lifeline.

Pei Youyou was his lifeline.

Now, instead of resorting to underhanded tactics, we've found a way out.

Xing Yanzhao married his adopted daughter, who was also a member of the Pei family. She was a link between the Pei and Xing families, and even if it was weak, it still existed.

No, he has to cut the line.

But he really wanted to see Xing Yanzhao marry a fake.

If you don't cut off the connection, then replace it.

Use a stronger alternative.

Xing Zhengyu looked at Pei Youyou.

"Youyou, are you still willing to marry me?"