Wang Yan glared at him annoyedly and said, "How can you speak so shamelessly?"
"Thank you for the compliment," Ye Haochuan was not ashamed at all and chuckled, "But speaking of shamelessness, you really outdo me. What era are we in, and yet you still interfere with your niece's personal matters? How is that different from arranged marriages in feudal times?"
"I'm considering Yingying's personal happiness. Yingying has the looks, the body, the education. A girl as outstanding as her naturally deserves an equally outstanding boy. You, on the other hand, are just a small university clinic doctor. How could you possibly be worthy of our Yingying?" Wang Yan retorted.
"Cut the crap—it's all for your personal gain, isn't it?" Ye Haochuan said disdainfully.
"What?" Wang Yan frowned, his words sounding particularly irritating to her.
In fact, to some extent, she did hope for her niece's future happiness, but largely, she was motivated by her own interests.
