Li Qinghe tugged at the corner of her mouth and thought to herself, if it were so easy to let go of him, she would not have insisted on marrying him in such a manner: "It's alright, I just came to vent to you, now that I've spoken about it, I feel much better. I'm not that fragile."
Then, as if remembering something, she said, "Oh right, speaking of which, I was thinking of asking you to help find a wife for my brother. Do you know of any suitable families? Remember to tell me. If I don't push him, he's never in a hurry. Now he's already nineteen, he can't stay single forever."
Muniang knew Qinghe was changing the subject and gave her a look of annoyance before replying, "Your brother is indeed an honest man. No girl would suffer from marrying into your family. It's just that he himself isn't proactive. I don't have any acquaintances with eligible girls, but I'll keep an eye out for him."
Qinghe finally smiled, "Ah, that's good."
