He rubbed his weary brow with a sigh, shook his head, and flung all these worries out of his mind.
Forget it.
Don't think about it anymore.
After all, he had never thought highly of those relatives, nor did he have much affection for them.
The seeds they sowed themselves had now yielded fruit; the cycle of karma was fair and just.
The car entered Qingyang Villa, his parents' home.
Today, he had gone to the Jian family to plead with Ye Qingci on his mother's behest, and his mother was still awaiting his report.
As soon as he stepped into the living room, his mother hurriedly came up to him. "Ah Qiu, how did it go? Did Ye Qingci relent?"
"No," Jian Qiu said tiredly, shaking his head. "Mom, you should let go of this matter from now on."
"Let go?" Third Madam Jian's voice suddenly pitched up. "How can we let go? They are my native brothers, sisters-in-law, nephews, and nieces, my own flesh and blood! Now that they are in trouble and I don't care for them, who else will?"
