บท 117: Chapter 117 You Can't Dream I Will Marry You_1

Shang Jingchen suddenly stood still, his icy gaze boring into her with a mix of sarcasm and fury.

"I need to ask you, what exactly is going on? Hah, Ye Lu, I've really underestimated you."

She could feel her heart tremble as his frigid, spiteful stare forced her to step back. It was as if he wanted to kill her.

"What do you mean?" Her unease was becoming more palpable.

Shang Jingchen's anger mounted. "Wretched woman, quit playing innocent! My grandfather would never agree to this. You're quite crafty, winning over my grandfather in just two weeks. I'm curious, how did you pull it off? Speak up!"

Ye Lu turned pale, she was completely taken aback and shook her head in panic.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I haven't done anything."

She was totally unaware of Old Master Shang's decision. During her usual chats with him, he did not hint at anything about marriage. She was rather taken aback by Old Sir Shang's announcement.