In order to survive, she forced herself to have a happy ending with the yandere villain.

Qiao Qingfeng took the exquisitely decorated portrait and went to his daughter's courtyard.

He carefully advised:

"Oh dear, my good daughter, why haven't you looked at any of the portraits your father gave you?"

Sitting on the swing, Qiao Wanwan frowned slightly, staring at her father, the leader of the alliance, with dissatisfaction.

"Father, are you trying to send your daughter away? If so, you don't need to force me like this. Just tell me directly, and I, Qiao Wanwan, will have no complaints. I can pack my things and leave right now."

After saying that, Qiao Wanwan stood up from the swing in a huff and prepared to go back to her room.

Qiao Qingfeng realized that his daughter had misunderstood, so he quickly blocked her way.

"Hey, hey, hey, Wanwan, what are you thinking about? Your father loves you so much, how could he possibly send you away?"

"Then why did you insist on sending me a portrait of a man so I could choose a match? Isn't it just so you can marry me off as soon as possible and then you won't have to worry about me anymore?"

"Pah, pah, pah, how could that be? Wanwan, you are my precious daughter. How could I bear to marry you off? These portraits are just for you to see if they suit your taste. If they do, I'll make the decision for you. If they don't, I'll find more for you until you're satisfied. Of course, I won't force you to do this. Although I have my own selfish reasons, I don't want to see you so dejected. I want you to forget...that person as soon as possible."

"... "

Forget that person?

Qiao Wanwan knew that the person Qiao Qingfeng was talking about was Xie Ze.

How can feelings be forgotten so easily?

It's not that easy.

Qiao Wanwan lowered her eyes, pursed her lips slightly, and smiled:

"I'm sorry, Father, Wanwan has worried you. But please don't send me any more portraits. Even if you do, I won't look at them."

“Wanwan…”

Qiao Qingfeng looked at the portrait he had carefully put away, hesitating to speak.

Originally, I wanted to personally show this young master Mo to my precious daughter.

He thought that since he was very satisfied with him, his daughter should be satisfied too.

But now that her daughter has said those words, it's clear she's rejecting the idea.

For a moment, the portrait he held in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't take it out.

...

After this incident, Qiao Wanwan enjoyed a few days of peace.

Qiao Qingfeng never sent any more portraits, and she was quite content.

A few days later, the Alliance Leader's Mansion welcomed several more guests.

The servant led the people through the long corridor to the door of the leader's study.

"Reporting, Alliance Leader, Lord Mo has arrived."

"!"

Qiao Qingfeng, who was still writing about important matters of the martial arts world in his study, was stunned for a moment when he heard the man report that Mo Jiang had arrived.

What is he here for?

Could it be because of the letter he wrote to Mo Jiang after Wanwan rejected him last time, which indicated that the two families were not meant to be?

But since he's here, let's have a good chat. Let's politely decline his offer.

Qiao Qingfeng tidied his appearance and walked to the door to wait for the person to come in.

Before seeing the person, one could hear their voice.

Mo Jiang walked out from around the corner of the courtyard, saw Qiao Qingfeng waiting at the door, and laughed heartily.

"Haha, it's been a long time since we last met, Alliance Leader Qiao."

Qiao Qingfeng raised an eyebrow slightly and teased with a smile:

"Long time no see? It's only been three days."

The other person wasn't angry at his teasing; they simply picked up on his words smoothly.

"Hey, you have no idea how long I've waited for my godson's happiness these past three days. It feels like an eternity. For me, it's been ages since we last met, hasn't it?"

"Haha, that's true. I'm not joking anymore. Please come in, Lord Mo."

"Alright, please, Alliance Leader Qiao as well."

The two entered the spacious study together.

Qiao Qingfeng poured a cup of tea for the other person and handed it over.

"I never imagined that Lord Mo cared so much about your adopted son. I feel truly ashamed that I couldn't give you good news."

"Oh, Alliance Leader Qiao, you're too kind. The message was indeed not delivered, but this time I brought my adopted son with me. I'm sure he'll win your daughter's heart."

Qiao Qingfeng was slightly taken aback and asked in confusion:

"Your godson? Is he here now?"

"of course."

Mo Jiang beamed and called out to the people behind him.

"Ze'er, come in."

Qiao Qingfeng followed the gaze and looked outside the door.

A tall, slender man walked in through the door. He had a handsome face, was tall and elegant, and had striking features.

He smiled politely at them, displaying humility and courtesy, as gentle and refined as a gentleman, like a clear breeze and the bright moon.

"Greetings, Alliance Leader Qiao. I am... Mo Ze."

"!!"

Qiao Qingfeng paused for a moment, his eyes wide open.

The man before them was a perfect match for the god-like man in the portrait.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

Is this really a real person?

She's even more beautiful than in the portrait…

Xie Ze, who stood before them, had also learned about his plans from his adoptive father.

Ever since her adoptive father learned that she liked Qiao Wanwan, he had a plan to arrange a marriage between their families.

However, Xie Ze did not approach Wanwan as a member of the Xie family, which suited his wishes perfectly.

This way, he can be with Wanwan again.

Xie Ze looked at his future father-in-law with captivating eyes and smiled slightly.

Mo Jiang watched as Qiao Qingfeng stared blankly at Xie Ze, knowing that this matter was bound to succeed.

He cheerfully reminded the other person:

"This is my adopted son, Alliance Leader Qiao. What do you think?"

Qiao Qingfeng only came to his senses after hearing Mo Jiang's introduction. Realizing his rude behavior, he coughed lightly to ease the awkwardness.

"So this is your adopted son. He is indeed handsome and exceptionally good-looking. In all my years of wandering the world, I have never seen a man more handsome than your adopted son. I have truly broadened my horizons today."

"Haha, of course! He and his mother are both exceptionally beautiful. There's probably no one else in the world as handsome as him."

Xie Ze was still a little uncomfortable with Mo Jiangkou's unrestrained praise, as he was being compared to his mother.

"Godfather is exaggerating. Ze'er is far less than a third of his mother's ability."

“Hey, you’re being too modest. That’s how Ze’er is in his godfather’s heart.”

"... "

Qiao Qingfeng noticed how low-key this handsome man was and became interested in their conversation.

He had been wandering the martial world for so many years, but apart from his wife, he had never seen a peerless beauty.

It's normal for the child to resemble his mother, but I'm really curious, if the son is so handsome, just how beautiful must the mother be?

So I casually said:

"Is there really such an unparalleled beauty in this world? Although I've long been a husband and father, everyone has an appreciation for beauty, and I'm still quite interested in these things. If I have time in the future, I'd really like to meet his mother."

When Xie Ze's mother was mentioned, Mo Jiang's face immediately fell.

"I'm afraid that won't work."

"Why?"

"Have you forgotten? My adopted son lost both his parents at a young age. The Alliance Leader is sure to live to be a hundred years old. How could he possibly see her?"

"Oh, look at my brain. What a waste."

Qiao Qingfeng felt uneasy about discussing his deceased mother in front of the person involved.

She then looked at Xie Ze apologetically and said slightly:

"I apologize for my misunderstanding. Please forgive me."