"Qin Jijiu's students are spread all over the world. If I offend him, I won't be able to move an inch in officialdom. Who would offend Qin Jijiu and the Dingbei Marquis just to marry me?"
Lin Ziqi still wanted to dispel his mother's idea.
Mrs. Lin tightly grasped Lin Ziqi's hand on the table, lowered her voice, and said, "Trust your mother. At this time, if you humble yourself, you will never be able to lift your head up for the rest of your life.
You are my son, don't I know you? You're proud and ambitious; how could you bear it?
The days ahead are long!"
Lin Ziqi showed a conflicted expression on his face.
Ten years of hard study, the belief in achieving success and bringing honor to his ancestors had sustained him through every cold winter night and every sweltering summer day.
Not for the kind of life his mother talked about.
