Chapter 232: Marrying a Daughter or Selling a Daughter

“No need for that. If this keeps up, you’ll starve us to death,” Zeng Yurong said. “Xiao Mo, I’ve found you a good son-in-law. Once you marry him, you’ll never have to worry about money again.

Although he’s a bit older and has been married once, he’s a big boss with hundreds of millions in assets, a truly wealthy man. Nothing else matters.”

An Yimo had always been tolerant of her mother and brother before, but at this moment, she said with a grim face, “Mom, I will work hard to earn your living expenses, but we agreed before that I would decide who I marry.”

An Baoxu said, “You work hard? What good is your hard work? Haven’t you seen what kind of life we’ve been living these past two months?

And I’m about to have a son! How much will formula and diaper money cost?

It’s okay if we suffer a bit now, but we absolutely cannot let my son suffer!

My brother-in-law is not only rich but also willing to spend money on us. You’re going to get married sooner or later anyway, and meeting such a good man is your good fortune. What else are you not satisfied with?”

An Yimo rebuked, “Xiaoxu, how are you talking? Who are you calling brother-in-law? I haven’t agreed to this marriage at all.”

Zeng Yurong chimed in, “Why are you yelling? Your brother is right. How can you, as an older sister, be worse than your younger brother?

Boss Zhao said that as long as you marry him, he will immediately help us pay off our mortgage, give us 1 million for the bride price, buy your brother a car, and give 50,000 yuan in pocket money every month.

How good is that? You won’t have to work so hard either; you’ll just need to be a wealthy wife at home.”

Ye Bufan had been listening from the side, and at this moment, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He angrily said, “Are you marrying off your daughter or selling her?”

Zeng Yurong said with a cold face, “It’s only natural for a daughter to ask for a bride price. What’s wrong with asking for more money?

Besides, what does our family’s conversation have to do with you? Don’t think being a small boss is a big deal. Your assets can’t compare to my son-in-law’s at all.”

Although An Yimo said he was her boss, Ye Bufan was dressed ordinarily, and Zeng Yurong didn’t pay him any mind.

Ye Bufan said, “I’ve never seen a mother like you. It’s one thing to favor your son, but you don’t even treat your daughter like a human being.

She’s a living person, not your ATM!”

“Kid, who the hell are you talking to? What does it have to do with you? If you keep meddling, do you believe I’ll beat you up?”

An Baoxu, relying on his height and build, (This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) swung his fist at Ye Bufan.

Ye Bufan glanced at him and said with a face full of contempt, “You’re over twenty and still relying on your sister to support you. What right does a good-for-nothing like you have to talk to me!”

“You’re looking for death!”

An Baoxu was completely enraged and threw a punch fiercely at Ye Bufan’s face.

“Xiaoxu, stop right now.”

Seeing her brother resort to violence, An Yimo quickly spoke to stop him.

She knew Ye Bufan’s skill; her good-for-nothing brother was no match for him.

But her warning, in An Baoxu’s ears, sounded like she was pleading for Ye Bufan. He showed no intention of stopping, and his fist swung over without hesitation.

But before he could hit anyone, his neck tightened, already firmly gripped by Ye Bufan’s large hand. Immediately after, loud slaps echoed as he was struck.

“Such a big man, relying on your sister to support you all day. Do you have no shame?”

“Do you know that while you’re eating well and living in a 120-square-meter, three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, what kind of life your sister is living? Do you know that the place she lives in is worse than a pigsty?”

“Your sister treats you so well, and you still want to sell her for a good price. Are you even human?”

Ye Bufan vented the anger in his heart, and in a flash, An Baoxu’s cheeks were swollen high from the beating.

“Xiaofan, stop quickly!”

An Yimo came to her senses and quickly stepped forward to pull Ye Bufan away.

Ye Bufan then snorted coldly and released his hand.

“You bastard, how dare you hit my son! I’ll fight you to the death!”

Zeng Yurong was originally a shrew. Seeing An Baoxu being beaten, she immediately pounced forward, baring her fangs and brandishing her claws.

“Mom, don’t make trouble.”

An Yimo quickly stopped Zeng Yurong. She now clearly understood Ye Bufan’s temper; if she really rushed forward, he would definitely not tolerate her mother’s bad habits.

Zeng Yurong raised her hand and slapped her across the face: “You ungrateful wretch, didn’t you see him hitting your brother?”

Looking at the bright red slap mark on An Yimo’s face, Ye Bufan’s expression turned cold: “If you dare touch her again, do you believe I’ll hit you too?”

“Try touching me, you dare! What’s wrong with me hitting my own daughter? What does it have to do with you?”

“Alright, Xiaofan, can you let me handle it myself?”

Seeing her family getting into an irreconcilable conflict with Ye Bufan, An Yimo, disregarding her swollen cheek, quickly pulled Ye Bufan to the side (This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) and said with a pleading look.

Ye Bufan sighed. It seemed that the family education from a young age had permeated her bones, making An Yimo’s tolerance of her brother and mother a habit. This was so similar to Ouyang Lan.

But no matter what, this was, after all, their family matter, and coupled with An Yimo’s pleading expression, he sighed and directly turned his face to the window, so as not to get angry from watching.

An Baoxu was utterly bewildered from the beating. He finally came to his senses and pointed at Ye Bufan, shouting, “Kid, you just wait! You dared to hit me? When my brother-in-law comes, he’ll make you regret it!”

“Alright, Xiaoxu, say less.”

An Yimo quickly tried to persuade An Baoxu again, fearing that she would provoke Ye Bufan once more.

Just then, An Baoxu’s phone rang. He excitedly answered the call: “Brother-in-law, have you arrived? We’re in private room 201!”

After hanging up, he arrogantly pointed at Ye Bufan and shouted, “Kid, you just wait! My brother-in-law is here, and he has bodyguards. He’ll teach you a good lesson later.”

Ye Bufan wanted to give him another series of slaps, but thinking of An Yimo, he ultimately held back.

Just then, the door opened, and a middle-aged fat man in his forties walked in from outside, impeccably dressed in a suit, wearing a shiny gold watch on his hand, his greasy large face full of arrogance, with four bodyguards following behind him.

“Boss Zhao, you’re here?”

Seeing the middle-aged man, Zeng Yurong’s old face immediately blossomed into a smile like a chrysanthemum, and she went up to greet him with a fawning expression.

Then she said to An Yimo, “Xiao Mo, hurry and meet Boss Zhao.”

An Yimo frowned and did not speak.

The middle-aged fat man’s eyes lit up when he saw her. “Miss An is truly beautiful, ten times more beautiful than in the photos. I agree to this marriage.”

Seeing that the fat man was satisfied with his sister, he immediately stepped forward and said, “Brother-in-law, I just said a few good words for you, and that kid hit me. You must help me get revenge.”

“Who is it? Who dares to hit my Young Master-in-law in Jiangnan City? Do they not want to live?”

The fat man waved his hand grandly at the bodyguards behind him, shouting with full Aura, “Teach him a good lesson!”

He was extremely satisfied with An Yimo now, so he naturally wanted to show off his power in front of his future mother-in-law and Young Master-in-law.

At this moment, Ye Bufan turned around and looked at the fat man, saying, “Zhao Dafu, who are you going to teach a lesson to?”