"Naive and pure." Liu Daqing nearly threw up. A con woman, and she's supposed to be naive and pure?
It was true; this world did indeed prove the theory of beauty being in the eye of the beholder. If someone was favored, even an old sow would outshine Diao Chan. There was no arguing that.
But that wasn't the point. Her point was, "Look, don't brag about your vulgar values in front of me. I just want to ask you one question: when will I have a grandchild?"
"..."
"It doesn't matter which woman you marry. As long as she can have children, that's all that matters."
"..."
Liu Daqing glared at him. "Compromise is mutual. There's no reason for me to keep making concessions while you keep pushing, right?"
"Lady Daqing, you just criticized my values as vulgar, but aren't you the same? This obsession with continuing the family line is unbearably vulgar itself."
