196: Someone’s Playing Matchmaker 10

Someone’s Playing Matchmaker 10

The fact that Madam Liu had run to the building very quickly reached the ears of the old Qi family through a few women who had witnessed the scene. 2

"I heard that Madam Liu from town has gone to introduce potential partners to her."

Madam Wu heard this being discussed next door and knew that they were purposely talking about it so that she could hear it. She got so mad that she slammed the door shut and went back into the hall, cursing, "She obviously is the kind of person who will bring bad luck to her spouse, her brother, and her grandfather. Yet Madam Liu is still so proactive in introducing her to a potential partner! What an eyesore, they should just let that little bastard die alone."

"..."

Madam Wu cutting remarks that she let loose in her home also conspicuously spread next door and the people there instantly laughed merrily.

The old Qi family had really lost everything!

Now the only thing they did not know was whose son from which family would be the lucky man to marry Qi Qingyao, who was so highly sought after now. 

...

In the reception pavilion. 

Qi Qingyao was seated with her feet in the foot warmer. She could no longer stand it as she faced the eloquent Madam Liu.

"Ma—madam Liu! I'm...currently not thinking of getting married." 

Madam Liu, who had initially been in a happy mood, could not help but feel a little awkward after having been rejected so directly. She looked at Qi Qingyao's face for a while, and said in a mysterious manner, "Miss, you're already nineteen. You'll be twenty after the new year. You can't go on like this. Or do you only plan on getting married when you're thirty?"

Qi Qingyao laughed and asked back, "What do the men that you want to introduce to me look like?"

Madam Liu noted that Qi Qingyao's words had softened and hurriedly said, "I'd heard long ago that you're a good-looking one so naturally, the potential partners that I'll introduce to you are also good-looking."

Hearing this, Jiang Yeqian was extremely displeased. He took off the ox-head mask and asked in an extremely bold and confident manner, "Are they as good-looking as me?"

Madam Liu did not expect that there would be such a handsome face underneath the ox-head mask; a handsome face akin to that of a young man from the city. 

"You are…" Could he be Qi Qingyao's betrothed? Or was he just her lover?

"I'm her...:"

Before Jiang Yeqian could finish, Qi Qingyao cut in, "Servant."

Servant?

Oh my goodness!

Where did she find such a good-looking servant?

Do people look at faces now when they looked for servants?

"I'm also her servant." Not to be outdone, Si Jin took off his mask.

Madam Liu, "???"

This... this exquisite-looking young man was also a servant?

Madam Liu was having a hard time understanding the situation. "Miss, are these two your servants?"

Qi Qingyao faintly nodded. 

Madam Liu asked, "Where on earth did you find such servants? They're too good-looking."

Qi Qingyao asked nonchalantly, "Are the potential partners you wanted to introduce to me as good-looking as them?"

"..."

Madam Liu blushed. 

The potential partners she wanted to introduce were not as good-looking as the two young men here. Although Madam Liu was old now, she still could not help but blush when she saw the two young men. She did not know what to say either. After feeling embarrassed for a bit, she quickly made up an excuse and left. 

After Madam Liu left, Qi Qingyao finally relaxed. 

Jiang Yeqian, on the other hand, did not relax at all. His expression dark, he spat, "People are trying to introduce you to potential partners now!!"

Qi Qingyao shrugged and shamelessly said, "I'm pretty, smart, and rich. Most importantly, I have a beautiful little house! It's normal that people would want to introduce me to a potential partner."

Jiang Yeqian side-eyed her and snapped, "What you meant just now is that you're willing to consider it if the potential partner is as good-looking as the both of us?"

Qi Qingyao, "Why wouldn't I?"

Jiang Yeqian, "..." 

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