Yang Chuxia was discussing what to do about the matter.
Meanwhile, in the guest room, Qian Xiaoqing was also trying to come up with a plan.
"Auntie, we shouldn't have stayed. Let's leave now," Qian Xiaoqing said restlessly in the room.
She had thought wrong; she should not have stayed. This was the Yang Family, wasn't staying here like a sheep entering a tiger's den?
Yang Chuxia would definitely not agree for Yang Qingrui to marry her. With her personality, she was capable of anything—she might even have someone kill her when the time came.
"Auntie, let's leave now. Yang Chuxia is back. You know what she's like; she'll never agree to this marriage," Qian Xiaoqing urged.
Ms. Qian of the Wang Family, however, seemed unconcerned and said, "What's there to fear? Don't you have Qingrui's embroidered pouch? With that in hand, what's to fear of her disagreement? Besides, what right does a girl who's already married out have to meddle in her family's affairs?"
