"No." Wei Ruo refused, a response as crisp as a winter morning.
The smile meticulously crafted on Madam Bai's face instantly froze over.
Yet, refusing to give up that easily, she continued reasoning with Wei Ruo. "Ruoruo, you really have no use for this wine. Your uncle will use it to forge connections to benefit the Wei family. It doesn't just serve him. It benefits all of us."
"This wine is part of my dowry which represents the honor of the Wei family. In doing so, I too am looking out for the family," Wei Ruo responded.
Pretty words are hardly scarce. Any Wei Ruo might wish for, she can easily fabricate.
"Ah... Ah... Ruoruo, what you've said does make... some sense..." Madam Bai's jovially fake laughter revealed her sour mood beneath the surface.
Wei Ruo simply smiled in return, unphased by Madam Bai's barely-hidden displeasure.
After a short while, Madam Bai excused herself on the pretext of being busy, hastily taking leave from Changchun Garden.
