"Ziye, I warn you, our Qin Family has a pure and respectable reputation, we absolutely cannot let a woman like that enter our household. If you marry her, don't bother coming to see me again."
"Grandpa, the woman I want to marry is Guan Jing."
Qin Ziye interrupted Old Master Qin.
"I don't care who she is, in any case, you cannot marry that kind of woman," Old Master Qin's voice grew louder, but he quickly realized his mistake.
"Ziye, who did you say you want to marry?"
"Grandpa, I want to marry Guan Jing," Qin Ziye repeated, taking a third sip of tea, with its bitter taste still prevailing, even in the aftertaste. It was no longer a tasting experience, but pure endurance.
The teacup in Old Master Qin's hand fell onto the table, creating a clanging sound. The little craftsmanship teacup rolled on the table for a few seconds before spilling its leaves. A trace of the tea aroma filled the room - such a waste of good tea and good time.
