Before the evening meal that day, Qian Sangui had Qian Yixiu summoned to the main courtyard earlier than usual. Smiling, he bid his granddaughter sit beside him and reached out to touch her small, rounded coiffure. He chuckled, "Yixiu has grown up. This old man truly dreads the thought of you marrying and leaving home."
Qian Yixiu leaned against Grandfather Sangui, smiling as well and said, "Then Yixiu won't marry; I'll stay by Grandfather's side forever."
Qian Sangui laughed heartily, "Childish words! Thinking of Yixiu's future, marriage is still necessary." He continued, "Yixiu, your grandfather has already arranged a fine marriage for you..."
Qian Yixiu, frightened, suddenly sat up straight, exclaiming loudly, "Grandfather, how could you arrange my marriage without my consent? No, call it off right away."
"Yixiu, listen to your grandfather; he is a good young man..."
