Defrosting The Cold Young Master
Chapter 966 - 966 970 Baby when do you plan to have a

Chapter 966: Chapter 970: Baby, when do you plan to have a wedding with me? Chapter 966: Chapter 970: Baby, when do you plan to have a wedding with me? But she knew that her grandfather disliked her just as much.

Even if she, like her mother, knelt and begged at her grandfather’s feet, it wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference.

Her fists clenched tightly, she glared at Lingyue, who was standing behind Senior Master Xiang, almost biting her teeth till they bled.

Why?

Why, when they are both daughters of the grandfather, are they so humble, while that bastard gets everything from the Xiang Family?

It’s not fair!

It’s not fair!!

Watching her grandmother and mother being escorted out like prisoners by the security guards, she glared viciously at Lingyue again and followed her grandmother and mother out.

Having severed the father-daughter relationship with Xiang Baolian and Xiang Baozhu, and commencing divorce proceedings with Wang Qiulan, it wouldn’t be long before a verdict is reached.

Having settled this matter weighing on his heart, Senior Master Xiang felt a great relief.

Although the process was shameful, he no longer cared.

He was soon to be laid into the ground, what did he need face for?

All he wanted was to leave a clean and pure Xiang Family that belonged solely to Lingyue.

He turned around, took Lingyue’s hand, and brought him to his side, a smile blooming on his face as if bathed in the warmth of spring, “My apologies for the farce, now, let us return to the matter at hand. Today, our Xiao Yue is to be officially recognized and his name inscribed into the Xiang family genealogy. Please, everyone, bear witness to this moment. Thank you all for your efforts.”

He nodded slightly in acknowledgment, and the guests all spoke up, telling him not to be too courteous.

Next, a group of people proceeded to the Xiang family ancestral hall.

Lingyue knelt in front of the Xiang family ancestors’ tablets in the ancestral hall, performing the ritual of three kneelings and nine kowtows.

Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei remained standing at the back of the crowd, Ye Xingbei half-embraced by Gu Junzhu, making whispering easy.

“These customs are probably preserved only among prestigious families now,” said Ye Xingbei, “In common practice, ancestral halls and ancestor tablets are rarely seen.”

Gu Junzhu nodded and uttered a sound of agreement.

Ye Xingbei looked up at him curiously and asked, “Does your family have one?”

“It’s our family,” Gu Junzhu corrected her.

“Alright,” Ye Xingbei pursed her lips and let out a chuckle, “Then do ‘our’ family have one?”

“Yes,” Gu Junzhu kissed the top of her head, “On the night of our wedding, we too will pay respect to our ancestors. You’ll see it then.”

Ye Xingbei nodded, “Oh, okay.”

“So here comes the question…” Gu Junzhu pinched her cheek, looking down at her with a smile, “My dear, when do you plan to have our wedding?”

“That…” Ye Xingbei was a bit stunned, “I haven’t thought about it yet…”

Gu Junzhu ruffled her hair, “Then you’d better start thinking about it now.”

Ye Xingbei’s heart throbbed wildly, her thoughts a mess, and she nodded hastily, “Okay, thinking right now!”

Gu Junzhu ruffled her hair again and then suddenly remembered something, “Oh right, Jiao Jie said they are throwing us a welcome party tonight.”

“Tonight?” Ye Xingbei shook her head, “I can’t tonight. I promised Xiao Xue to have dinner together. If I dare stand her up, she’ll definitely cry.”

This trip back to Beijing, she felt the hustle described by others about visiting relatives during the New Year.

She visited her grandfather’s house yesterday.

Today she accompanied Lingyue to the Xiang Family, and these were matters that could not be delayed.

Therefore, she had postponed meeting with Jingxue, and Jingxue had already been loudly complaining.

If she dared to delay another day, Jingxue would definitely cry in front of her.

She herself would feel bad about it.

“Then tomorrow night,” Gu Junzhu said generously, “My friends are not as sensitive as yours. We, as men, should give in to you women.”