"I don't care how outstanding he is!" Hong Qingzhu's voice suddenly rose, her tears flowing faster. "He's not my type! I won't agree to this marriage. I'll die before I agree!"
Hong Shixian's brow furrowed slightly. His voice was tinged with impatience, but he still tried to reason with her. "Listen to your father. This Yang Jing is no fish in a small pond. For you, it's a chance to marry a good man. For our Hong Family, it's an enormous layer of security. It benefits both you and the family greatly."
"Benefits? I don't see any benefits!" Hong Qingzhu cried. "I heard from the fifth sister of the Lin Family that Yang Jing is a martial arts fanatic."
"That kind of man spends all day, every day, buried in his cultivation. He knows nothing but martial arts! He's a block of wood, completely devoid of charm! I don't care how talented or powerful he is, I don't like him!"
