Reborn as a Weak Beauty Pampered by All novel Chapter 679

Chapter 679: Chapter 679: It’s you

"Do you not want to marry me anymore? If that’s really what you’re thinking, we might as well not have been together at all."

"No... it’s not that I don’t want to marry you... I just haven’t gotten the money yet, you... could you give me some more time, please?"

"I feel like you never really cared about me."

Cui Shuicao’s eyes reddened, "I even told you how to do it, yet you keep failing. Who’s to blame? ’

"It’s not that I don’t want to succeed; I just haven’t had the chance to make a move!"

Meng Xingsheng crouched on the ground, holding his head in his hands, his expression one of deep pain, "I dream of marrying you, but you know my family’s situation. I did scout out the locations like you said, just waiting for the right opportunity... to make it happen. But the opportunity hasn’t come; what can I do?"

"Can’t you target someone else?"

Cui Shuicao really wanted to curse the man before her for being as dumb as a block of wood, incapable of thinking outside the box. To marry such a man would probably drive her to her grave soon!

Meng Xingsheng lifted his head, "I... I hadn’t thought of that..." Had he really never thought of changing his target?

"Well, think about it now, or... or I’ll just do as my mother says and marry someone else in an arranged marriage,"

Cui Shuicao, tears glimmering in her eyes, looked at Meng Xingsheng both angrily and resentfully, "Listen well, I’m not lying to you. If... if you can’t bring two hundred yuan as a dowry to officially set the engagement by the end of September,

then you and I are never meant to be together in this lifetime."

"Shuicao..."

Meng Xingsheng’s eyes brimmed with pain, "Can’t you press me a little less? I really want to marry you, and I’ve been trying to find ways to raise the money..."

"I don’t care, I mean it about the end of September."

"Xingping..."

About a hundred meters into the woodland, Cui Shuicao reached the bank of a two-meter wide river. She looked up and saw Meng Xingping, who had rolled up his trouser legs and was standing in knee-deep, clear river water, holding a small bamboo basket and catching fish.

Her eyes gleaming, she displayed what she thought was a charming smile, walked up to the riverbank, and softly called out to Meng Xingping.

"It’s you."

Turning at the sound, Meng Xingping showed no special expression on his face.

"Catching fish, are you? I heard that the fish in our village’s river are very clever. Without some skill, even spending a whole day, one wouldn’t expect to catch a single one. Can you manage it?"

Hearing Cui Shuicao’s words, Meng Xingping’s expression immediately turned ugly.