"Lan Shuixian, you really think you're something, as if you're some Heavenly Immortal." The mother spat out coldly as she grasped her son's arm, "Son, let's go. We really don't need to beg to marry her. Let me tell you, I have several other prospects for you. Just nod, and any of them could marry you in no time."
At this, she turned and sneered, "If someone wants to remain an old maid, let her be. We'll see if we can't find a bride, or if she ends up not getting married. With her attitude, besides us, who would want to marry such a tyrant back home?"
"With a grandmother to take care of and younger siblings depending on me, marrying her would be like marrying three dependents. Who would want that?"
Liu Yi still seemed reluctant, his eyes lingering on the other.
Lan Shuixian did not soften her expression, "Go back."
"Son, let's go," the woman urged Liu Yi as they walked away, "After today, even if she comes begging tomorrow, our house won't welcome her."
