After a long while, Old Master Qin said, "Man proposes, God disposes. What is missed is missed. Jianghui and Yueyue are about to get married; it's not fit to bring up old matters now."
Qin Hongling, although regretful, knew that Yunyi's current status as Yuan Yuxun's protégé put the Yuan Family's connections far beyond what the Long Family could compare.
But since the marriage of his younger son to the Long Family's daughter was set, it was as sure as nails in a plank; after all, the Long Family was not one they could afford to offend.
Old Master Qin glanced upstairs: "There's no need to tell your wife about this, lest she can't control her mouth and stirs up unnecessary trouble."
Qin Hongling nodded and said, "Understood."
Meanwhile, Ye Wenjuan, carrying a small bundle, looked at this place that had humiliated her before, her eyes filled with hatred.
She tossed the small bundle onto the ox cart and climbed on herself: "Old man, let's go."
