Of course, the education provided by the Zhao Family to Zhao Qingheng had always adhered to the concept of gentlemen, albeit he wasn't such a person himself.
"Hey, I heard from Grandpa that you're coming to study at Beijing City No.1 Middle School, right?" Zhao Qingheng said somewhat awkwardly, "As compensation, I'll have your back at school."
Su Nanzhi: "…Oh."
She was uninterested.
Zhao Qingheng: "…"
All she said was "Oh"?
In the living room, Mrs. Zhao seemed a bit distracted.
"Dad, how could you let Xiao Heng handle this matter alone? What if…"
What if that girl refuses to break off the engagement?
"Qiuyan," the old man glanced over, "We were the ones who begged to set up this engagement initially."
Mrs. Zhao, whose maiden name was Wan Qiuyan, suddenly fell silent upon hearing this.
Back then, the head of the Su Family was Su Li, a man who had stabilized his family's status through technology, a match that was considered above their station at the time for the Zhao Family.
But who knew? Su Li died suddenly, and his daughter became an orphan.
A girl from a prominent family was raised in some remote, wild forest.
Mrs. Zhao thought it over and then said, "Dad, the daughter of the elder of the Su Family is about the same age as Su Nanzhi. I have met her once, she has a pleasant appearance and good sense, otherwise…"
"Otherwise, what?" Master Zhao glanced at her, "Who stabilized the roots of the Su family? For so many years, Zhizhi has been neglected; if the Su Family had any conscience, they wouldn't show such a face. Would you dare let your son marry into such a family?"
"Isn't there a Master who predicted that Su Nanzhi has a heart disease and won't live past 18 unless she stays away from Beijing?" This was also the main reason why Mrs. Zhao was unwilling to accept Su Nanzhi.
Heart disease, physical frailty.
These two factors meant that her son could become a widower at any moment, she might never hold a grandson.
Such discrimination might seem cold, but it was indeed the reality.
Master Zhao snorted coldly, "You believe such nonsense. In any case, either Zhao Qingheng should not get entangled with the Su Family at all, or it can only be Zhizhi."
This statement completely silenced Mrs. Zhao.
She indeed found Su Sheng's daughter quite good, but her son wasn't solely dependent on her.
Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but think, if Su Li were still alive, would their Zhao Family dare to mention breaking off the engagement?
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the two who had gone to the back garden had returned.
The expressions on both faces were very muted, completely unreadable.
But Su Nanzhi directly addressed Master Zhao, "Grandpa Zhao, Zhao Qingheng and I don't see eye to eye, please don't force us."
The girl's voice was somewhat cold and clear.
Zhao Qingheng: " ? "
What did she mean by "don't see eye to eye"?
She didn't think highly of him either?
Suddenly, Young Master Zhao felt slightly moody.
Su Nanzhi spoke quite seriously, and upon hearing this, Master Zhao glared fiercely at his grandson.
At his age, he had become more philosophical about many things, a child and grandchild should have their own fortunes. Su Li's daughter was, after all, his daughter; he believed she was no ordinary person, but sadly his grandson had been spoiled by those around him.
If he stopped him from breaking off this engagement, Zhao Qingheng would definitely cause trouble, and perhaps his mother would join in. Su Li had helped the Zhao Family when he was alive; he could not allow his grandson to bully Su Nanzhi.
A broken engagement was just that, and who knows whether that rotten boy might regret it later.
"Since that's the case, you should exchange the tokens from the initial engagement, and I will decide to dissolve your betrothal."
When the baby betrothal was agreed upon, they had exchanged tokens indeed.
Su Nanzhi took out a small bracelet, which according to her unreliable next-door uncle, should have been worn by Zhao Qingheng when he was a baby.
It had been treasured by the nanny who took care of her all these years.
Zhao Qingheng saw the small bracelet and clearly knew what it was; his expression became slightly awkward.
Mrs. Zhao took out a small gold lock that Su Nanzhi had worn as a child, returning the item to its original owner.
The small trouble, resolved.