Chapter 463 - 250 - Landscape Painting_1
After dinner, Qian Yixiu and Cheng Yue took Ming Wa and Jingjing for a stroll by West Lake. They were on the north side of the lake while Grandpa Pan was on the south side, looking over from a distance. However, now the distance had gotten a bit shorter—just a few days ago Grandpa Pan stood beneath the bridge, but today he had already made his way to the side of the wooden bridge.
Qian Yijin was still not over it, occasionally glaring at Qian Yixiu behind Cheng Yue’s back, expressing his extreme dissatisfaction.
Qian Yixiu felt both annoyed and amused. This bear child was domineering and offensive. She turned her back on him and sat down on a wooden chair to gaze up at the sky, deep in thought.
Qian Yixiu was still somewhat confused up to now, did this mean she was spoken for? She knew that ancient people took promises regarding betrothal very seriously. Although it was just a verbal agreement, without special reasons, it could not be lightly revoked.
Uncle Liang was one of the best friends she had made since arriving in this era, but that was only as a male friend; she had never considered him in a romantic way.
She had fantasized about her future husband before. Considering how unrealistic yet devoted she had been in her previous life, foolishly waiting for Shang Qingyun for twenty years. In this life, she wanted a future husband who truly liked her, who had her in his heart and his eyes, one who had a sense of responsibility. He should also have a certain talent, and be adaptable.
It would be best if he also had a harmonious family, with fewer problematic relatives, because she currently lived in a harmonious, top-notch family. She liked this kind of warm atmosphere.
The family didn’t necessarily have to be very rich since she could earn money herself. She wanted someone handsome, but not too beautiful; overly handsome men didn’t provide a sense of security, just like her beautiful grandfather.
She thought her standards weren’t too high. Although such men might be hard to find, they were not nonexistent.
But before she, this little Lolita, could grow up and search for the ideal husband, Grandfather Sangui had already decided for her.
To be honest, Uncle Liang was not too bad. Although he was quite a bit older than her current body’s age, it was still within an acceptable range. When she would be fifteen or sixteen, Uncle Liang would be twenty-two or twenty-three—a man of that age could really be considered a man. She couldn’t bring herself to marry a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.
Moreover, he was good-looking, came from a good family background, and was an ambitious second-generation official... It seemed he wasn’t too bad to her either.