Matchmaker Wang was taken aback and stepped back a few paces. In a tone that suggested he was being irrational, she scolded, "This is a good thing. Why don't you understand, child? As long as your sister-in-law marries, your family won't have to go hungry."
"Get out!"
Song Tingfan's face was flushed with anger, and he tightened his grip on the broom as if restraining himself from hitting her.
He shouted, "My sister-in-law will not marry, I can support her! You leave!"
He didn't want his sister-in-law to marry, nor did he want her to be someone else's concubine!
No matter how much silver coin they offered, he wouldn't allow it.
Would not allow.
Sister-in-law is his sister-in-law.
"Even if you can support her, can you support her for a lifetime? Besides, you can't let your sister-in-law be a living widow forever, can you?" Matchmaker Wang retreated to the door, continuing to persuade him relentlessly.
A living widow?
