Chapter 8: You Don’t Deserve to Marry Me
Wu Xia and the other two were startled and looked at the newcomer in confusion.
The newcomer was none other than the village chief’s daughter, Li Mengyue, who was five or six years younger than Wu Xia. She had followed Wu Xia around since childhood, calling him "Brother Wu Xia."
"Wu Xia, are you sick or something? Hurry up and call off the marriage!"
Li Mengyue glanced arrogantly at the three who were having breakfast and said coldly.
"Call off the marriage?" Wu Xia was dumbfounded, "Call off what marriage?"
Though Li Mengyue was quite attractive and everyone had joked about arranging a childhood marriage, even after Wu Xia was admitted to university, Li Mengyue had told others that he was her husband.
But Wu Xia felt no love for Li Mengyue, not to mention he was tired of seeing her since childhood, especially with her unruly and willful temperament, which Wu Xia disliked.
In the two months since Wu Xia had returned, he hadn’t seen Li Mengyue, who had reportedly bought a house in the town and moved there to live a joyous life.
"Of course, it’s the marriage between you and me!" Li Mengyue looked at Wu Xia disdainfully, "You don’t even look at your penniless self, taking those childhood jokes seriously, and you have the nerve to come to my house to propose!"
"And you think to offer only sixty-eight thousand for the bride price? Dream on. If you could offer six hundred eighty thousand, maybe I’d consider it."