Zhao Shu shot Third Uncle a frigid glare, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're overestimating yourself. I've extended courtesy, but you refuse it. I won't bother anymore. Who do you think you are? Your attempts to repulse me are futile. You're unworthy!"
With that, the carriage departed.
Third Uncle and his family were seething with rage, their legs trembling, while Shao Xiaozhi's eyes bulged in disbelief.
How… How could this happen? Young Master Zhao… How could he be so formidable? How could he regard me with such contempt?
Shao Xiaozhi couldn't quite articulate it, but under Zhao Shu's gaze, she felt an inexplicable sense of inadequacy. It was as if she didn't deserve to stand before him, as if she were an unwelcome presence.
Forget discussing marriage or becoming a concubine; at that moment, she couldn't even fathom the idea of thinking about him.
Shao Xiaozhi sobbed uncontrollably, her hands covering her face in anguish.
