Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 129: Capturing the Heart of a Candid Su Zhengyang

The two walked along the street without speaking a word.

Su Zhengyang decided to take the initiative to defuse the awkward atmosphere. Since it was an indisputable fact that Yang Qiyue would become his future partner, he would win her heart as soon as possible. This was also related to his future happiness.

"What kind of person do you think I am?"

Yang Qiyue's fluttering heart gradually calmed down. She looked at Su Zhengyang's serious eyes and responded, "Are you talking about before or now?"

Su Zhengyang smiled slightly: "Tell me everything."

"My previous impression of you was that you were the eldest son of the Su family, as dissolute as Jiang Xuewen. No, even worse than Jiang Xuewen. At least he studied abroad and has the ability to help Governor Jiang run his business. You are completely uneducated and a complete waste."

Su Zhengyang smiled bitterly. It seemed that his original body's reputation was ruined. Whenever anyone mentioned Su Zhengyang, they would say that he was a son of a tiger father and a piece of trash.

Yang Qiyue glanced at Su Zhengyang again and said, "However, after you formed the Northwest Revolutionary Army, my impression of you changed greatly. You eliminated the Guo faction's rebels, crushed the Fusang conspiracy, and worked for the welfare of the local people in Linzhou. I heard that in the hearts of the local people in Linzhou, you are like a savior. I still admire Su Zhengyang very much. Now it seems that the image of a playboy was just a means for you to deliberately show to the world to protect yourself."

In everyone's eyes, Su Zhengyang used to be a person who hid his incompetence. After all, no one would believe that a playboy and a waste could undergo such a big change in a short period of time. Only Su Zhengyang himself knew that the original playboy had already gone to the underworld.

"I never thought that you understand me better than I do."

Yang Qiyue rolled her eyes and said, "Of course. After all, I am the editor-in-chief of Dahua Daily. I know the core leaders of most of the warlord forces in the country very well."

Suddenly, Su Zhengyang stopped, looked directly at Yang Qiyue and said, "Do you know why your father, President Yang, wanted to marry you to me?"

Yang Qiyue has always had doubts in her heart. In terms of family background, Su Zhengyang is definitely not the most suitable candidate for her.

In fact, if Su Zhengyang had not appeared, within two years, Yang Qiyue would have either married Duan Jiahui or Zhang Zhixiao to ensure her father's ruling power and influence in the Northern Xinjiang government.

The children of prominent families seem to have a glorious life, but they do not even have the ability to control their own future destiny. They are like a puppet and can only follow the predetermined path arranged by their elders.

"why?"

Su Zhengyang smiled and told the agreement between him and Yang Jiakai.

Yang Qiyue's face was filled with astonishment, her watery eyes widened.

"You said in front of my father that you want to be the future president of Northern Xinjiang? My father actually agreed? This is simply unbelievable."

After a moment of silence, Su Zhengyang slowly said, "This is one of the reasons why I admire the older generation of Northern Frontier leaders. For the future development of China, they can sacrifice everything, even their hard-earned rights and status. Your father is a qualified leader of Northern Frontier."

"As for why your father wanted to marry you to me, it may be due to some selfish motives. As long as I become the son-in-law of the Yang family, I can preserve the future status of the Yang family and prevent the Yang family from declining due to your father's abdication."

There was a hint of self-mockery in Yang Qiyue's eyes.

"So? This so-called marriage is nothing but a naked exchange of interests?"

"My father must have told you not to reveal this news to anyone. Why did you tell me?"

Facing Yang Qiyue's question, Su Zhengyang looked at Yang Qiyue seriously, stretched out his hand, and helped her brush away the snowflakes on her hat.

"Because you will be my lifelong partner in the future, and the most important thing between partners is to be honest with each other. Miss Yang Qiyue, although this is a political marriage, I, Su Zhengyang, can tell you very clearly that if you become my wife, you will be the happiest woman in the world. I will spend the rest of my life to do my best to care for you. I hope that we can go on together until we grow old together."

At this moment, under the setting sun, Yang Qiyue looked at Su Zhengyang's clear and sincere eyes, and the softest part of her heart seemed to be touched. After a moment of silence, Yang Qiyue showed a smile that made all the flowers pale in comparison.

"Mr. Su Zhengyang, I think I am moved by your sincerity. I hope that in the future, we can rely on each other, accompany each other happily forever, and grow old together."

In fact, Yang Qiyue is also a woman who dares to love and hate and acts decisively. She also understands in her heart that this marriage that has been arranged in advance is inevitable.

But fortunately, Su Zhengyang's honesty at this moment really touched her heart, and she also saw from Su Zhengyang's eyes that he was determined to spend his life with her.

Su Zhengyang gently took Yang Qiyue into his arms and kissed her gently on the forehead. This sudden action made Yang Qiyue's heart flutter, but she did not feel any resistance. Instead, she felt a little secretly happy.

Not far away, guard Yang Qiyue almost fell out of his eyes when he saw the two people being so intimate.

Is this still the eldest daughter of the Yang family who is never polite to any man, only cares about work and is vigorous and decisive?

The blush on Yang Qiyue's face and the little woman's demeanor revealed were truly puzzling.

After breaking through the barrier, the atmosphere between the two people became obviously harmonious and intimate. They talked and laughed all the way. Yang Qiyue, who was usually serious, was amused by the endless funny jokes that came out of Su Zhengyang's mouth. The two of them even got into the mood and made snowmen on the snow at the entrance of the park like children.

Su Zhengyang gave Yang Qiyue unprecedented happiness and sweet love experience.

As night fell, the two returned to Yang's residence and looked at Yang Qiyue, who had a blushing face, took Su Zhengyang's arm and kept chattering in his ear.

The people present, especially Jiang Xuewen, were stunned for a moment, and secretly admired him in their hearts. He could even win over this famous hottie. It seemed that Su Zhengyang was the real love saint!

Yang Jiakai and his wife looked at each other and saw a hint of joy in each other's eyes.

There is no parent in the world who does not want their children to be happy. Although this is an exchange of interests and a political marriage, if Yang Qiyue can truly develop love for Su Zhengyang, she will undoubtedly live a happier and more stable life for the rest of her life.

At the same time, Yang Jiakai also disliked Su Zhengyang no matter what, as if something he loved was about to be taken away, and his words were full of thorns.

"Oh! You're just taking a walk and you're already arguing with each other. If I let Zhengyang stay overnight in the mansion, he will definitely crawl into your room."

Yang Qiyue reacted immediately, her face flushed as she let go of Su Zhengyang's arm and glared at her father.

"Dad, what are you talking about!"

"Your father is not old and blind. You are the president's daughter after all. How could you be easily controlled by this boy? Now, you have no objection to this marriage, right?"

Yang Qiyue looked at her parents like a thief, and then nodded embarrassedly.

This visit settled the marriage, and Su Zhengyang successfully won Yang Qiyue's heart, so everyone was happy.