Chapter Seventy Four : Fangs That Aren't Their Own
On the stage where Lan Jiaxin and Fang Yan were fighting, Qiao Yanran stood with her fists tightly clenched, eyes locked on Fang Yan, her delicate face full of worry and concern.
Although she had complete faith in her beloved, Lan Jiaxin was, after all, the son of the Lan Clan's patriarch and surely had many hidden trump cards.
Only when Lan Jiaxin was kicked off the martial stage did she finally let out a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
A maid next to her shouted excitedly, "Young Master is amazing!"
Qiao Yanran also revealed a heartfelt smile.
In truth, she had already steeled herself—if Fang Yan truly lost to Lan Jiaxin, she still wouldn't marry Lan Jiaxin. At worst, she would elope.
Fortunately, Fang Yan won. Now she could rightfully marry him.
The marriage had already been agreed upon by both families. This visit was just a formality. Who would have thought the Lan Clan would suddenly stir up trouble?
