"The old master really is wise and insightful," said Han Guozhang, his complexion finally improving a bit. "I originally wanted my daughter to go to the hospital and abort the child, but she's stubborn as a mule and would rather die than do it, insisting on giving birth. I was out of options.
Since the two young people are a good match and fond of each other, why not bless them? What do you think?"
"No problem," agreed Ye Zhantian's grandfather.
"Impossible," Ye Mingcheng immediately objected, "Who said we were fond of each other? Our personalities clash; we are not suited for marriage."
"If your personalities clashed, why did you get together in the first place?" Han Guozhang asked angrily. "As a man, you should take responsibility for your actions."
"What era are we living in, that dating someone means you have to take responsibility?" Ye Mingcheng was completely unconvinced. "Besides, who knows if the child is even mine?"
