Yuan Si almost burst out laughing as she listened to Wang Ya's story. She'd never seen someone so desperate to throw herself at a man. She tried to recall what Li Qiang looked like but drew a blank. All she could remember was the time she'd beaten him up. He really wasn't much of a man.
But seeing how Wang Ya treasured him, 'He must have some hidden qualities, I suppose.'
'Hmm, if I run into him again, maybe I should take a closer look.'
Wang Ya, of course, had no idea what was going through Yuan Si's mind. She just kept on with her story.
She had been deeply conflicted upon hearing the Li family's terms. She was thrilled that there was hope for her and her "Brother Qiang," but she was also frantic about the money.
She knew that even though her mother had worked herself to the bone for work points these past two years, her family had only saved a little over thirty yuan—a far cry from the one hundred yuan dowry the Li family demanded.
