She looked down on Ye Xingbei with contempt, putting on airs of superiority, her eyes full of explicit aversion and disgust. "Ye Xingbei, let me warn you. My son will never marry an obscure and savage girl like you! My son is the grandson of the distinguished Jee Family of Beijing, born into nobility, it is only noble ladies fit to match my son. You are beneath contempt, even if you use tricks to climb into my son's bed, even if you bear my son's child, I will never let you enter the gates of our house! You, mind your own business!"
Ye Xingbei was stunned.
After a long time, she directed at Ho Yiman a look reserved for someone delusional. "Auntie, it's been over half a year since we last met, when did you start having delusions?"
"With which eye of yours saw I want to marry your son?"
