Chapter 87: Chapter 87: The More I Think, The Angrier I Get
The faces of Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Sisi turned livid.
Neither of them had expected Mr. Qin to say it so bluntly, without any regard for the reputation of either family.
’Is he trying to trample the Zhao family’s dignity into the dust?’
Mrs. Qin was also surprised that Elder Qin would bring this up at this particular moment.
However, it wasn’t really her place to intervene.
After all, she was only his aunt by marriage.
But he wasn’t finished. Mr. Qin looked at Qin Wenshu and asked him directly, "Wenshu, do you like this young lady from the Zhao family?"
"No, I don’t! I don’t like her—" Qin Wenshu replied in a rush.
He was terrified that if he was a moment too late, Elder Qin would arrange his marriage on the spot.
’Good heavens, there’s no way I would ever like a crazy woman like Zhao Sisi.’
Zhao Sisi’s eyes turned bright red.
She glared at Qin Wenshu. ’How could he hurt me like this?’
"Madam Zhao, you heard him. Our Wenshu does not like your daughter. He is not dating her, nor is there any marriage agreement between them. From now on, you will control your daughter. Don’t you get any ideas about interfering with my grandson’s freedom to date."
Unable to bear such humiliation, Zhao Sisi burst into tears and ran out of the room.
"Sisi—"
Mrs. Zhao could only watch helplessly as her daughter ran off, her heart aching for her.
She turned to look at the Qin Family, her eyes filled with utter hatred.
"Elder Qin, don’t you worry, we know our place. My Sisi is beautiful; it’s not as if she’ll have trouble finding a husband."
With that parting shot, she stormed out of the room.
Mr. Qin retracted his gaze and shot a displeased look at Qin Wenshu, who was standing to the side.
"How old are you? You can’t even handle something like this?"
Being reprimanded like this, Qin Wenshu felt deeply wronged.
’Zhao Sisi was the one pestering him, so how was this his fault?’
"Have your mother arrange some blind dates for you at once. The wife of the eldest son is also to help him keep an eye out."
’Once he’s married, will that girl still dare to pester him?’
Mrs. Qin immediately agreed, "Of course!"
Qin Wenshu: ...?
’This disaster really came out of nowhere.’
Mr. Qin stood up and left without another word.
Not wanting to stick around either, Qin Wenshu made an excuse and fled home.
Soon, only the mother- and daughter-in-law pair, Mrs. Qin and Lan Qingman, were left in the vast living room.
Lan Qingman: ...? ’Why did everyone leave?’
’So, that whole business with Fu Mingxue hitting someone... they’re just going to drop it and not mention it again?’
’She hasn’t even officially joined the family and she’s already caused such a huge incident—and they’re not going to say a word about it?’
’After all, the Zhao and Qin families have been on good terms for years, and Fu Mingxue just destroyed that relationship.’
"Mom, about our new sister-in-law—"
Mrs. Qin glared at her. "Shut your mouth. I haven’t even gotten to you yet! When are you going to change that gossipy nature of yours? Mingxue is part of our family now. It would be one thing if you simply didn’t defend her, but we don’t even know the whole story yet, and you’re already taking an outsider’s side? What is that supposed to mean?"
"Mom, how am I taking an outsider’s side? I was just shocked, that’s all. Besides, is it right for our sister-in-law to be hitting people? Surely we can’t handle things this way, can we? What will people think?"
"People who don’t know any better will think Wenhao married some kind of savage—"
She muttered the last part under her breath.
But Mrs. Qin heard her anyway.
Mrs. Qin glared at her again. "Always running your mouth. I, for one, think Wenhao’s wife handled it perfectly. And in the future, you’d do well to stop spouting such nonsense."
With that, she turned and headed for the kitchen.
Left standing alone, Lan Qingman’s face was grim.
’She had always felt that her mother-in-law favored her husband’s younger brother.’
’Now that he was married, her mother-in-law’s favoritism had become absolutely shameless.’
’Did she think she didn’t know that her mother-in-law had given Fu Mingxue’s family ten thousand for the betrothal gift?’
’How much had *she* received back then?’
The more Lan Qingman thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she was consumed by the unfairness of it all.
’Ten thousand! On what grounds?’
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