Chapter 10 She is Fuwa

  "Jolin, as long as you don't move her, she'll be fine." The thrifty president said with a kind and friendly reminder.

  Her body finally stopped swaying like a doll, and Yín Xiǎo Yuè looked at the President with gratitude.

  "Sorry, I got too excited!" Jian Ruolin wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes, looking like she was about to cry.

  She knew she had done something wrong again!

  "It's okay." Yin Xiaoyue patted her chest with one hand and gently patted Jian Ruolin's shoulder with the other.

  "Really?" Jian Yu Lin immediately recovered her smile, the speed of her change in expression made Yin Xiaoyue speechless, and made Yin Xiaoyue strongly suspect that her previous tears were just an act!

  "Uh-huh."

  "Are you Yin Xiayue?" Jian Ruolin held Yin Xiayue's hand tightly, like a curious baby.

  "Yes, Madam President."

  "Oh dear, don't call me Mrs. anymore, just call me Auntie?"

  Yin Xiaoyue tentatively looked at the president, and saw that he also nodded slightly, before stiffly calling out, "A...unt..."

  "Oh my, so sweet!" Jian Ruolin stretched out her hand and pinched Yun Xiayue's pale skin, seemingly delighted.

  It was then that Jian Ruolin suddenly discovered that the person standing not far away was her son, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah, Qianzhen, you're here too!"

  Everyone is against...

  Lan Qianchen nodded expressionlessly. He had been ignored by this capricious mother not once or twice, and was already used to it!

  At this time, Yin Tai Ming suddenly stood up, with a puzzled face, "Madam President, why did you just say to our Xia Yue 'I finally found you'?"

  Just then, Jian Ruolin let out a long sigh and pulled Yin Xiaoyue down onto the sofa with her, leaving enough space for the curious onlookers to imagine.

  "It's like this..."

  Blah blah blah......

  Yin Xiaoyue listened silently, speechless.

  Is this woman sitting next to him really the First Lady?!

  Her ideal image of a perfect First Lady has collapsed...

  The president's wife meant that when Lan Qianxun was a child, a fortune teller had come to read his fortune and said that on his 18th birthday, he would encounter a disaster, but a girl would save him. This girl was his lucky star, and he must marry her; otherwise, Lan Qianxun would die!

  It sounds like a joke from another era, and Yin Xiaoyue couldn't help but roll her eyes.

  "Yin Xiaoyue——" Jian Ruolin pointed at Yin Xiaoyue, her voice ringing out clear and strong, "You are the lucky girl destined for Qian Chen!"

  "Huh?"

  A row of panda gods floating over the top of one's head...

  "And you must marry Qian Xun!"

  "No." "No." As soon as Jian Ruolin's voice fell, the same voices echoed in unison, coming from Yin Xiaoyue and Lan Qianzhen.

  Yin Xiaoyue gave Lan Qianchen a sideways glance, who would want to marry this expressionless man? She had saved his life and yet he acted as if she owed him 10 million, such an unreasonable person, and not romantic at all. The love in her heart wasn't like that!

  Lan Qianchen didn't even glance at Yin Xiayue, his expressionless face a mask, as he opened his thin lips and spat out two words.

  "But another voice that shook the mountains and rivers suddenly rose up, overpowering their two auras - 'I... do... not... agree!'"

  Yao Xi, however, was one step ahead of Yin Tai Ming, slapping him against the wall and walking towards Jian Ru Lin with an evil grin on his face. "I think Qian Chen is quite good! He's a great match for our family's Xia Yue!"

  "Mom—" Yin Xiaoyue was about to go crazy, how could she make such a swift decision regarding her lifelong major event?!