"Slap!" What grandma rewarded him with was a harsh slap on the ear. "Why won't you leave Qianxue alone?" And this Master Ma beside her, short and shriveled, garishly vulgar, still unmarried at forty, must have some hidden illness. Is it Qianxue's fortune to marry him?
"You decrepit hag." That slap finally enraged Yin Chuyong, who shoved grandma aside, strode forward, and without a word, grabbed Qianxue's wrist and dragged her toward Ma Jinshan's embrace.
"Today, you're getting married whether you like it or not." Because he had already gotten his hands on that 700,000. To be safe, he had locked all the doors in the house and even prepared ropes. With his heart steeled, he couldn't be bothered to dawdle with them any longer.
Qianxue struggled, but seeing grandma lying on the ground, unable to get up, her tears flowing and calling out to her, Qianxue felt her heart wrench. She sobbed and writhed, ultimately no match for the strength of the two men.
