Zhong Daqiao began pondering upon hearing these words.
Indeed, if he wanted to regain control over Zhong Shaoqing, he needed to deal with Song Yunuan first.
This Song Yunuan was like a bloodsucking leech.
If Shaoqing were still alive at twenty-five and remained the same as now, his inheritance would be in jeopardy, and there's a chance he wouldn't get a penny.
Zhong Daqiao frowned and looked at his gentle and soft-spoken wife, thought for a moment, and said, "Don't underestimate Song Yunuan, that girl is very formidable, and she's quite strong, you're not her match."
Xue Meirou had contempt in her heart, but her surface was still submissive as she said, "You're right to remind me. I am kind-hearted, gentle, and weak by nature. I heard that Northern Lass is savage and unreasonable—I'm not going to fight her. I only mean well and want to show her the world. So I'm asking you, if Shaoqing insists on marrying her, can you still stop him?"
