Shi Cai walked out of the main hall, "Chuan, Chuan, all day long you keep Chuan on your lips—I most hate Chuan! Have you forgotten? Months ago, when old lady Liu wanted to buy Su Qingyue for seventeen taels of silver, I merely laughed and said Su Qingyue was ugly, and Chuan fiercely fought with me. Not only was I bedridden for a month, but my manhood was nearly crippled by his kick!"
"Older brother..." Shi Shanzao muttered to him in a low voice.
Old Master Shi's face was fierce as he said, "Chuan has made your older brother suffer enough, yet you still wish to marry Chuan—it's like you're seeking misery on purpose!"
"But I do like Chuan!" Shi Shanzao complained, "When Chuan was poor before, I told you I wanted to marry him, but all of you despised him for being penniless and poor. Now that he has money, he doesn't want me. It's all your fault!"
