Smelling the fragrance of the braised meat, Ye Qianzhi's stomach growled even louder. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva.,“Think it over carefully. Are you going to marry into the Song family in place of your cousin, or marry Wang Mazizi!” The older woman said coldly: “The Ye family raised you for fourteen years, it wasn’t for nothing.”,As the old saying goes: "Parents' words are matchmakers' decrees." Even though Ye Qianzhi just crossed over and didn't even know the situation clearly, she understood that what made her head spin wasn't these two people in front of her.。