There was no helping it. Once she had married Meng Zhao, she was a member of the Meng Family. Though she still had ties to the Ding Family, they were ultimately two separate families.
There might be blood ties between them, but one could not rely on those ties to act recklessly and without restraint. That was a grave taboo.
Thus, the Ding Family Head merely spoke to Ding Zhanyun in a negotiating tone, rather than using words like orders or must.
Ding Zhanyun glanced at Chen Siyuan, gently waved the lady's fan in her hand, and covered her mouth as she smiled. "Father, that is no small request. Though I have never dealt with this Mr. Chen, I know very well that Sister Liang has met him more than once, and has basically rejected what he wishes to do.
"If I agree to Mr. Chen's request today, I will offend Sister Liang, perhaps even Meng Lang. Father, are you certain you wish to involve yourself in this matter?"
Hearing Ding Zhanyun say this, the Ding Family Head found it difficult to save face and said angrily, "You girl, I am merely building a bridge and paving a road for you, to see whether there might be a solution that satisfies both sides. How would that make you offend Dragon King Meng?
"How about this? First listen to what Mr. Chen has to say, then make your decision. What do you say?"
Ding Zhanyun nodded. Her eyes rippled as she spoke. After all, he was her father; she could not make their relationship too strained. "Then let us hear Mr. Chen's brilliant opinion!"
At this moment, Chen Siyuan felt uneasy, heavy-hearted, and dejected, for he had roughly seen through Ding Zhanyun's thoughts.
True enough, this woman was restless and ambitious,