Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 30 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 3

The family reunion banquet ended unhappily, and Lingyi got into her father's Ford sedan.

Ling Zhengtai frowned as he looked at his daughter, who seemed like a shadow to him, disliking her silence: "How are things going with Zhengyang?"

Ling Yi gripped her sleeve tightly, her voice low: "Zhengyang doesn't like me, and I have nothing to say to him."

Ling Zhengtai frowned slightly, then said calmly, "The most important thing for a woman is to be filial to her parents-in-law and bear children; everything else is secondary."

Today, that old scoundrel called him his in-law, and for the sake of his reputation, the marriage had no choice but to go through with it!

Having gotten rid of a hot potato and found a good son-in-law, Ling Zhengtai's brows relaxed. He warned Ling Yi, "You must not have those old schemes again. If you ruin this marriage, you can get out of the house and live on your own!"

Ling Yi tightened her grip on her sleeve, and after a long while, she said softly, "I understand."

Back at the Ling residence, she strolled back to her room with small, quick steps.

Ling Yi gently closed the door and leaned against the old-fashioned wooden door, exhausted: "688, explain this to me."

Explain why people who shouldn't belong in this world are here, and explain why people who should have died of old age have been brought back to life.

688 murmured: 【I...I don't know.】

If even the host doesn't know, how could this three-digit system know?

Otherwise, should I report this to headquarters and ask?

If it's a bug, then fix it.

"and many more."

Ling Yi let out a heavy sigh, her fingertips turning white as she gripped her sleeve: "Don't report it yet, let me find out what the reason is."

At this point, she finally had a selfish thought.

Favoritism...

With these qualities, doesn't she become more human?

【Okay, alright... What are you doing, host?】688 had just responded when it suddenly asked a question filled with confusion.

Ling Yi rummaged through drawers and cabinets, taking out clothes and valuables, wrapping them into a large bundle, and carrying it on her back.

Ling Yi stuffed pillows into the bedding to create the illusion that someone was resting, and watched through the window as the lights outside went out one by one, breathing steadily.

This body is a bit weak; it was already panting after doing just this little bit of work.

The only saving grace was that, in response to the anti-foot-binding movement, Ling Zhengtai had struggled to give up binding the feet of the women in his family a few years ago.

Otherwise, Ling Yi's escape this time would really be quite troublesome.

Once the Ling residence was completely asleep, Ling Yi pushed open the door, threw the package over the wall, and then struggled to climb up.

As she landed awkwardly, Ling Yi clapped her hands and finally answered 688's question: "I was following my elders' advice!"

Ling Zhengtai said that if she wanted to break off the engagement again, she should get out of the Ling family. As a dutiful daughter, she naturally had to obey!

Marriage is out of the question, and calling him "father" is out of the question.

So, according to your ancestors, she's become radiant!

As for the various troubles that followed?

Ling Zhengtai is the patriarch; if he can't even solve problems, he might as well hang himself from a crooked tree.

The autumn wind howled through the dark streets. Ling Yi took a deep breath: "Ah, the taste of freedom!"

……

"Where are you people? I'm asking you!"

Ling Zhengtai yanked Ling Yi's bedding off the bed and angrily questioned her.

This morning, the Yu family came to discuss the wedding arrangements.

However, instead of choosing a wedding date as he had imagined, he wanted to marry someone else.

He had tried to persuade them, but the Yu family insisted on doing so, saying that as long as the two families were related by marriage, what difference would it make which daughter he married?

He thought about it carefully and realized that it made sense. Helpless, he had no choice but to agree and send someone to call Ling Yi out so that the engagement tokens could be returned.

But instead of Ling Yi coming, his youngest daughter came running over in a panic, shouting shamelessly, "Sister is missing! Sister ran away!"

Now, all the things we just agreed on have fallen through.

The Yu family felt they had lost face and ignored his attempts to cover it up, insisting on coming to Lingyi's boudoir to see her.

Ling Zhengtai, who had previously strictly adhered to the rule that no men should enter a woman's private quarters, couldn't resist and allowed the entire Yu family to visit his daughter's room and see the comical pillow wrapped in the quilt.

Yu Zhengyang stared at the pillow that had rolled in front of him, his face grim.

Today, he urged his father to come and arrange a marriage exchange, just to teach Ling Yi a lesson for daring to mock him yesterday. But he never expected that Ling Yi would run away from the marriage.

A woman ran away from home in the middle of the night to escape her arranged marriage. If this gets out, how will he ever face anyone again?

At this moment, Yu Zhengyang no longer cared about the demeanor of a progressive, and coldly looked at Ling Zhengtai: "Mr. Ling, aren't you going to give the Yu family an explanation?"

Ling Zhengtai was taken aback by being called "Boss Ling." Just a moment ago, he was respectfully calling him Uncle Ling, and now he was being called "Boss Ling."

What is this attitude?

Some people are always amiable until the needle pricks them, but when it does, they jump higher than anyone else.

Ling Zhengtai is an example of this.

He doesn't care that his daughter's engagement was broken off, since he has other daughters anyway, as long as his own interests are not harmed.

But when he was humiliated, he was like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on, and he immediately jumped three feet high!

"Are you questioning me? Who do you think you are? Is this how you talk to your elders?"

"Ling Zhengtai, how dare you speak ill of my son?" Boss Yu jumped out immediately when he saw his only son being insulted.

Leaving aside the bloodshed that ensued, Ling Yi spent the entire night walking the empty streets, dodging several drunkards who were drinking late at night and several black dogs that were roaming the streets, before finally entering the French Concession with her identification.

This morning, the landlord who rented out rooms on this street opened his door and saw a woman in old-fashioned clothes standing in front of his room.

He paused in his yawning, his jaw nearly dislocated, and said irritably, "What are you doing blocking the way here so early in the morning? Are you trying to scare your grandpa to death... Little girl, what brings you here? Your brother Zhang is a well-known figure around here, and people always give me face no matter what I do."

Upon seeing the pale face above the collar, the sly snake's tone shifted, revealing a lewd and greasy quality.

Ling Yi dodged the hand that reached out to touch her, clutched the bundle and whispered, "I came from Hangzhou to find my aunt. I haven't found her yet, so I want to find a place to stay here and wait for news from her."

"I heard from others that you know a lot about houses, so I came to inquire."

Zhang Er's eyes darted around, and he said with difficulty, "This is a bit difficult."

"Not to mention that not everyone can cross the threshold of the French Concession, at this time of day, there are hardly any people going to the rental rooms!"

"Okay, come in first, and we'll talk things over carefully."

Ling Yi clutched her bundle nervously, hesitatingly asking, "Can't we talk outside?"