By the time Lan Ling and the others returned, Su Feng was already seething. He sat in his chair, his face dark and heavy. Su Weiwei chattered on incessantly, "Dad, I believe Brother Qiu will give me a good life. Please talk to Mom—just let us get married."
"Brother Qiu might not be able to provide the life I want right now, but his intentions toward me won't change. A house is just a small matter," Su Weiwei continued. "The house you gave me for my birthday, Dad, I haven't even lived in it yet. The renovation is lovely, too. I think it would be perfect as a bridal home."
"Anyway, we have a month. I'll have someone add some festive decorations, and then we can just move right in. That way, Brother Qiu won't have to worry about buying another house."
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