Qiao Mei'er bit her lip and mustered the courage to say, "Xu Yuanwai said I don't have to marry him, but I would need to pay him five hundred taels as compensation for damages."
Qiao Duo'er pursed her lips and couldn't help but imagine that scene.
An old man with grey hair and a plump body clamoring for compensation for his lost youth—truly... an eyesore!
And he had the gall to demand five hundred taels—who gave him the face to ask for so much?
Qiao Mei'er watched Qiao Duo'er nervously but could not read her thoughts.
She had said all she could; she hoped heaven would grant her a way out, but the longer she waited, the more despair she felt.
Five hundred taels was no small sum; she had no face to ask Qiao Duo'er to give so much silver to Xu Yuanwai.
Outside, there was another round of knocking on the door, accompanied by cursing.
"Idiot, hurry up and bring Qiao Mei'er out!"
