Chapter 87: The More She Thought About It, The Angrier She Got

Madam Zhao and Zhao Sisi’s faces both turned ashen at the same time.

Neither of them had expected Old Master Qin to disregard the reputation of both families and just say it outright like that.

Wasn’t this basically stomping on the Zhao family’s dignity?

Even Madam Qin was surprised that the old man would bring this up at this moment.

But she really couldn’t butt in.

After all, she was just the eldest daughter-in-law.

But that wasn’t the end of it. Old Master Qin turned to Qin Wenshu and asked directly, “Wenshu, do you like this Zhao girl?”

“No, I don’t, I don’t like her—” Qin Wenshu answered so fast, as if afraid that if he was a second too late, the old man would just decide his marriage for him.

Heavens, there was no way he’d ever like a crazy woman like Zhao Sisi.

Zhao Sisi’s eyes were red with anger.

She glared at Qin Wenshu—how could he hurt her like that?

“You heard it yourselves, Zhao family. Our Wenshu doesn’t like your daughter, and there’s never been any talk of a match or marriage between our families. From now on, keep an eye on your daughter and don’t try to interfere with my grandson’s right to find a partner.”

Zhao Sisi couldn’t stand this kind of humiliation. She burst into tears and ran out.

“Sisi—!”

Madam Zhao watched her daughter run off, her heart aching.

She turned to the Qin family, hatred in her eyes.

“Old Master Qin, don’t worry. Our family isn’t trying to climb higher than our station. My Sisi is good-looking enough—she won’t have any trouble finding a husband.”

With that, she stormed off in a rage.

Old Master Qin withdrew his gaze and shot a dissatisfied look at Qin Wenshu.

“How old are you now? You can’t even handle something like this?”

Qin Wenshu felt aggrieved at being scolded like this.

It was Zhao Sisi who insisted on clinging to him—how was that his fault?

“I’ll have your mother arrange some blind dates for you soon. Also, the eldest branch should keep an eye out for him too.”

Once he’s married, would any other girls still come pestering him?

Madam Qin immediately replied, “Alright!”

Qin Wenshu: …?

This really was trouble falling from the sky.

Old Master Qin got up and left.

Qin Wenshu didn’t want to stay either, so he found an excuse and slipped away home.

In the huge living room, only Madam Qin and Lan Qingman, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, were left.

Lan Qingman: …? Why did everyone leave?

So, the whole business with Fu Mingxue hitting someone—was it just going to be brushed aside and never mentioned again?

She hadn’t even officially married in yet, and already such a big mess—was no one going to say anything?

After all, the Zhao and Qin families had been close for years, and now Fu Mingxue had ruined that.

“Mom, about my sister-in-law—”

Madam Qin glared at her. “Shut up! I haven’t even started on you yet! When are you going to change that habit of just watching the show? Mingxue is family—if you’re not going to defend or help her, fine, but the situation isn’t even clear yet and you’re already siding with outsiders? What’s that about?”

“Mom, how am I siding with outsiders? I was just shocked, that’s all. Besides, was it right for my sister-in-law to hit someone? We can’t just handle things like this, can we? What will people think?”

“People might even think Wenhuo married a shrew—”

She muttered that last part under her breath.

But Madam Qin still heard her.

Madam Qin glared at her again. “You just can’t keep your mouth shut, can you? I think Wenhuo’s wife handled things perfectly. And you—stop talking nonsense from now on.”

With that, she headed for the kitchen.

Lan Qingman was left standing there, her face dark.

She’d always felt her mother-in-law favored her younger brother-in-law.

Now that he was married, the favoritism was even more blatant.

Didn’t she know her mother-in-law had given that family ten thousand yuan as a bride price?

How much had she gotten back then?

The more Lan Qingman thought about it, the angrier and more unfair it all felt.

Ten thousand yuan—why?

(End of this chapter)"