<h4>Chapter 1475: Chapter 1488: The Old Residence</h4>


    "The Old Mansion."


    "...The Old Mansion?" An Ruoxi looked at him in surprise and confusion.


    "You’re not of legal age, this news should be reported to the Old Master."


    Wei Yu replied casually, not noticing that the person beside him froze for a moment.


    An Ruoxi stood there, almost forgetting that his n to marry her was to deal with the Old Master.


    Just now...


    When he told her she was still the future Mrs. Wei, she felt a small flutter of joy inside.


    An Ruoxi obediently got into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and sneaked a nce at the man beside her, whose face was dark as ice, saying: "It’s not my fault."


    It’s not that she didn’t want to get the certificate, but her age wasn’t enough.


    The gentle, soft voice seemed to be talking to herself, but she knew that Wei Yu could definitely hear.


    Though she was already used to his silence, she still felt somewhat stifled, a bit upset, and cast her gaze out the car window, watching scenery pass by as the car sped away.


    Returning to the Old Mansion again, she wasn’t as reserved asst time. Instead, she affectionately stepped forward to take the Old Master’s arm and said sweetly, "Grandpa, how did you know we wereing to see you today?"


    They had just entered when they saw the Old Master craning his neck to look toward the entrance. Obviously, he was waiting for someone, but could it be anyone other than theming here?


    "Hey, you clever girl." The Old Masterughed heartily; it was rare indeed, his precious grandson had returned to the Old Mansion two days in a row, which greatly uplifted his spirits.


    As soon as they entered, the Old Master pulled An Ruoxi’s hand, lowered his voice, and asked: "Xiao Teng said yesterday he was taking you to get the certificate, is that true?"


    Hearing the Old Master say this, An Ruoxi lowered her head even more. Even if their rtionship was just a show, being asked like that by the Old Master was still a bit embarrassing, and her face instantly flushed red.


    "Tsk, is it real or not? Tell me! Did that boy bully you again?"


    "No, Grandpa."


    "Don’t speak on his behalf, I know my grandson best."


    With that, the Old Master cast a sharp nce at Wei Yu.


    Wei Yu had just arrived at the entrance, unaware of what the Old Master and An Ruoxi were talking about. Suddenly receiving such a re and seeing An Ruoxi standing there like a guilty child with her head down, not saying a word.


    He furrowed his brows, quickly scanning through his mind but hadn’t done anything that would displease the Old Master.


    Curiously, he asked, "Grandpa, what’s the matter?"


    "Hmph, what’s the matter? You dare ask what’s the matter, young man?!"


    The Old Master shouted, his cane silently hitting the carpet.


    Yet, this shout stunned An Ruoxi too. Puzzled, she exchanged a nce with Wei Yu, thetter’s eyes hinting at me directed towards her.


    An Ruoxi’s gaze swiftly dodged, not daring to look at him. But she truly didn’t know why the Old Master was suddenly angry—could it be...


    Could it be the Old Master truly believed Wei Yu bullied her?


    She reached out and tugged the Old Master’s arm, quietly saying, "Grandpa, he didn’t bully me."


    "Don’t speak for him!"


    "Grandpa, he really didn’t bully me," An Ruoxi hurriedly said, afraid the Old Master might swing his cane towards Wei Yu—if that happened, she’d be in big trouble, "We’ve gone to get the certificate today."


    Her words indeed made the cane hanging in mid-air recede, and uncertainly asked, "Really?"


    An Ruoxi nodded vigorously, "Really, but..."


    But they couldn’t get it.


    "But what?"


    "But, I’m not of legal age, not eligible." As soon as An Ruoxi spoke, she buried her head deeply in her chest, her mind shing with the staff’s ambiguous expression. It’s not like she’s really eager to get married!


    "..." The Old Master was silent for a moment, then let out a muffled snort, not bothering further.


    Wei Yu walked over to An Ruoxi, who was still irritated that she’d given people the impression she was eager to marry, only to suddenly feel the space next to her sink, and soon a figure fell into view.


    They were too close together.


    An Ruoxi shifted slightly, preparing to move a bit away from him, but arge hand suddenly gripped her wrist, the heat from his palm making her heart race involuntarily.


    An Ruoxi looked up and nced at him, his side profile was cold and sharp, though the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, she didn’t feel like he was truly smiling; rather, it seemed like he was suppressing something.


    She tried to pull her hand, but it didn’t work, so she stayed still, letting him hold it like that, continuously reminding herself they were just acting in front of the Old Master.


    Their actions appeared intimate and ambiguous, even adding a hint ofughter in the Old Master’s eyes.


    He frequently nodded, saying, "It’s okay if you’re not of age yet, we’ll just hold an engagement ceremony first. By the way, Ruoxi, where are your parents? When will both sides meet us, have a meal together, and discuss the wedding details?"


    Engagement ceremony?


    Both sides meet?


    Wedding details?


    An Ruoxi’s palms sweated. She tugged gently at the person next to her, lowering her voice to say to him in just a voice they could hear, "Wasn’t the n just to get a certificate? Why is there suddenly so much more?"


    What a joke!


    She didn’t want an engagement ceremony, nor a wedding! Meeting both sets of parents? She would be badly doomed!


    Speaking of weddings, An Ruoxi suddenly recalled Wei Yu telling her they wouldn’t have a wedding, not even rings!


    This guy!


    He actually went back on his word!


    "You didn’t keep your promise!"


    Wei Yu leaned back, reclined on the sofa, saying somewhat carelessly, "Grandpa, Ruoxi is still young, I don’t want a wedding so soon."


    "What do you mean, you don’t want?!" The Old Master pointed at An Ruoxi, saying, "You’re already lucky a young girl like her is willing to be with you; she looks better than you, has better temper than you. In terms of charm, who does she take after?!"


    Hey...


    An Ruoxi stifled augh, indeed the father knows the son best—the Old Master was spot on.


    Wei Yu did not speak further, narrowing his eyes to deeply gaze at An Ruoxi, who was quivering slightly from holding back herughter.


    Suddenly.


    Wei Yu pulled her up, hauling her up to stride towards the second floor.


    "Hey, where are you going?"


    An Ruoxi was taken to a bedroom on the second floor, the room monochrome gray, exceptionally cold and lonely, with a faint scent lingering in the room.


    As she stepped inside, Wei Yu mmed the door shut and pinned her against the door.


    "You... What are you doing?" An Ruoxi grew a bit nervous, her hands protecting her chest as she looked at him warily.


    Wei Yu lifted her chin with a single finger, smirked, and said, "You, find an excuse."


    "...Excuse? What kind of excuse?"


    "An excuse that prevents the parents from meeting, an excuse that prevents the engagement ceremony, an excuse that prevents the wedding."