Rumor Has It That I’m Pregnant with His Highness’ Child

Yu Weiwei was stunned for a moment.

"Why do you say that about our father?"

It's not that she respects Yu Kangtai so much, but that filial piety is taken too seriously in this era. As a native girl, Yu Pingping will definitely be influenced by this kind of patriarchal ideology, and she should take her father as her heaven.

But what Yu Pingping said just now was a blatant mockery of her father.

Yu curling felt incredible!

Yu Pingping pouted.

"I used to think that there was nothing wrong with our father.

But ever since I helped you take care of the troupe's finances, my father has interfered with my freedom in various ways.

He disliked the troupe as a low-class activity.

He didn't allow me to go out, and he didn't let me come into contact with the troupe.

If I'm not obedient, he will use the family law on me, I'm annoying him now! "

Yu curled his brows: "Did he beat you?"

Yu Pingping: "He wanted to beat me, but was stopped by my brother. I don't understand. I just wanted to find something to do. Why did he try to stop me?"

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she became, and her voice became lower and lower.

Yu Weiwei looked at her seriously: "Then you still want to continue to help me manage the troupe's finances?"

Yu Pingping gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

"Of course!

The more my father looked down on me, the more I had to prove to him that I was no worse than anyone else.

Even without him, I still have the ability to support myself! "

If she was still the little girl who was raised in the back house before, it would be fine, but after tasting the sense of accomplishment of making money by her own skills, how could she still be willing to obey her father's mercy?

Although she can't be as powerful as the Queen in "Feng Ming Guo Ji", she also hopes to have the power to make decisions for herself.

Yu Wei smiled and praised sincerely.

"Good."

Yu Pingping raised her chin and smiled smugly: "Is that so?!"

Yu curled up: "Well then, you go back and prepare a beautiful dress, we will see you at Chery Garden the day after tomorrow."

"Um!"

Yu Pingping walked away holding the gift box.

After walking two steps, she suddenly stopped and turned to look at Yu curling.

"I was almost fooled by you, the scar on your face..."

Yu curling hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I was teasing you just now. My scar can be healed, it just takes a while."

Yu Pingping was immediately angry.

"You lied to me? You are going too far!"

She rushed over with the gift box in her hand, slammed into Yu curling hard, and then ran away angrily.

Yu curling was knocked back two steps, helplessly smiled.

"Why do you still look like a child? Childish!"

Ling Hai hurriedly asked, "Are you hurt?"

Yu Weiwei waved his hand: "It's okay, let's go back."

The two were about to leave when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"Prince Princess, is that you?"

Yu curled his feet, turned around and looked at the sound, and saw a fat middle-aged man running out of the bookstore.

She recognized at a glance that this fat man was one of the many booksellers who worked with her.

She secretly screamed badly, this product must have come to urge the draft.

Yu curled up Ling Hai and was about to run.

Seeing this, the fat bookseller hurriedly accelerated to catch up, shouting while chasing back.

"Princess Princess, don't run away, I recognize you!

When did you come back? Why didn't you tell us anything?

When will the manuscripts you owe us be paid back? "

Yu curling pretended not to hear, and ran faster with oil on the soles of her feet.

Fat Bookseller: "If you run away again, I'll call out your pseudonym."

Yu curling immediately came to a sudden stop and stopped abruptly.

Now there are people all around in broad daylight, if the fat bookseller called out her pseudonym, it would mean that everyone in the city would know about her wearing a vest and selling picture books.

She stuck her waist and said to the fat bookseller.

"Don't shout, we have an agreement. If you reveal my pseudonym, our cooperation will be terminated immediately, and you will have to pay me ten times the royalties."

The fat bookseller was exhausted and panting.

"I-I can't do this either.

You are here for half a year, and you have agreed to submit the manuscript when you come back.

But you didn't say a word to us when you came back, so many of us had to wait for you eagerly.

Did you know that people come to the bookstore every day to ask about new books.

We are racking our brains to find a way to stall the time.

But it's almost the end of the year, and we really can't go on.

I beg you to do it well, and give us the sketch as soon as possible. "

As he spoke, he bowed with both hands, looking really pitiful.

Yu Weiwei's heart was empty.

At first, she promised to hand in the manuscript when she came back, but now she can't come up with the manuscript.

It was she who didn't keep her promise, and she was at a loss.

"I haven't finished the painting yet, you wait, I will notify you when I finish it."

Fat booksellers are not so easy to fool.

"You always say to wait, but you can't wait any longer. This time you have to give us a precise word. When will you be able to submit the manuscript?"

Yu Wei scratched his face and said embarrassingly.

"I'll submit the manuscript after the New Year's Eve."

"Go! Yuan! Festival!" The fat bookseller roared in disbelief, opening his mung bean eyes, "Why don't you say that the manuscript is handed over for the Dragon Boat Festival?"

Yu Weiwei was overjoyed: "Then submit the manuscript for the Dragon Boat Festival!"

The fat bookseller was almost infuriated to the sky.

"Do you know how many people are waiting for your new book?

Do you know how much pressure we booksellers are under every day?

Look at my body shape, I'm so worried!

And my hair is falling out every day!

If it goes on like this, my wife will dislike me!

Please do your best and stop torturing us, okay? "

Yu curling: "Doesn't your hair look quite a lot?"

The fat bookseller ripped off the hat on his head and pulled his hair, revealing a small piece of bare scalp.

"Look, does this hair have a lot of hair? Is it a lot?"

Yu curling looked at the reflective scalp, it was really impossible to say a word "more" without conscience.

The fat bookseller put his hat back on, grief-stricken.

"I've seen countless authors, but I've never seen any author as protracted as you.

However, your status is noble, and I dare not do anything to you.

No matter how big the pressure is, I can only endure it by myself.

God, I just want to sell a few books to earn some money to support my family, is it easy for me woohoo woohoo! "

As he spoke, he covered his face and cried.

Pedestrians around looked over and looked at Chubby Bookseller and Yu Curly Curiously.

Yu curled up: "Why are you crying? A boy doesn't cry easily."

Fat Bookseller: "Woooooo! You don't care what you say, and you can't do what you promised me, you big liar!"

Yu curling: "I didn't do it on purpose, I also have difficulties."

Fat Bookseller: "Woooooo! What troubles can you have? Don't you just want to play with me? You just feel very happy when you see me worrying about you every day, sleep and sleep, don't you?"

Yu curling: "How can I have it? Don't talk nonsense."

Fat Bookseller: "You have it! You bad woman!"

Seeing that the eyes of the onlookers became more and more strange, Ling Hai hurriedly pulled the sleeves of Yu Yu's sleeves and reminded in a low voice.

"This is not the place to talk."