These words of his, indeed, would be unwelcome when spoken aloud.
No one likes being pointed at the nose and told that everything they possess was given to them by someone else.
Even if, that is the truth.
Admit it or not.
Some things, they are just the facts as they occurred.
Thus, what must be said, still needs to be articulated.
"Xingjian, what exactly are you trying to say?" Uncle Cheng, unable to contain his curiosity at the look on Cheng Xingjian's face, asked, clueless about his real intentions.
Cheng Xingjian extended his hand, pointing at everyone present, "Uncle Wen, if I remember correctly, your youngest daughter is seventeen this year, yes? Right at the age where she is more charming than a flower."
Then, turning to another, "Third Uncle, your granddaughter seems to be twenty this year; at such an age, she is perfectly suited to marriage and raising children."
