"What are you doing here? Didn't we agree to get back to you in a few days?" Yue Hongxia said irritably.

A few days ago, she and Lu Jiang went to the Ye family. They originally wanted to make things clear that her son had nothing to do with Ye Lan's half-life. Before going, Yue Hongxia was full of confidence. After all, she was the wife of a regimental commander, while Ye Zhiguo was just a small worker. Their family backgrounds were worlds apart!

Do you still want to marry into her family?

Hmph, dreaming of a bright future!

But Yue Hongxia didn't expect that Old Mrs. Ye would be so strong. From beginning to end, she didn't have a chance to speak at all. Spit and foul language flew everywhere. If it weren't for her son's future, she and Lu Jiangang wouldn't have wanted to stay for even a minute.

But this old hag said that if she didn't agree to the marriage, she would expose Lu Qingquan's affair of having his anus poked, and she would also come to the military district to put up big-character posters so that everyone would know about it.

Yue Hongxia believed that this old hag would really do it, even more ruthless than the previous landlord wives!

"You promised to give us a reply in three days, but three days have passed and there's not a trace of you." The old lady sat casually on the sofa, her wrinkled face showing disdain, and glanced around at the furnishings in the room.

The room has a 17-inch black and white TV, an old electric fan, and the sofa and furniture don't look new. It's also a small room with only two bedrooms and a living room, and the floor is still made of cement!

Hmph, the regimental commander's family is nothing special, but her son lives in a mansion, much better than the Lu family's!

The old lady glanced at Yue Hongxia, whose face was pale, and said, "You officials are so arrogant. Since you won't come to my house, I'll come here myself. Anyway, I'm not afraid of hard work. The sooner the marriage is settled, the sooner I can put my mind at ease!"

"Ye Lan is only nineteen years old. Even if we agree, we can't get married. What's the rush?" Yue Hongxia wanted to use delaying tactics and put things off for a year.

She had figured it out: going head-to-head with this old hag was absolutely out of the question.

She still has a sense of shame, but this old hag doesn't!

The old lady snorted coldly, "It's alright, let's get the marriage arranged first, then your family can send over the betrothal gifts so our family can prepare the dowry. We'll get married when we're old enough."

Just by sticking her butt out, she knows what kind of shit she's going to take. Humph... This kind of woman is only tough on the surface. She could take on ten of them by herself!

Yue Hongxia gritted her teeth in anger, her patience fading. "Ye Lan's health is too poor, our family doesn't approve of her. How about this, I'll give your family a thousand yuan, and we'll call it even, okay?"

A thousand yuan was already Yue Hongxia's limit. She only said it, but her heart was aching as if it were being cut by a knife!

But if she didn't pay, her son's reputation and future would be ruined, so she had no choice but to pay!

The old lady wouldn't be swayed by a thousand dollars. She's a math whiz; even a fool would know which to choose between ten thousand dollars and a thousand.

“You look down on her, but your son does. They’re kissing and hugging in the street, making all sorts of noise. If I hadn’t come over, your son would have pulled down Ye Lan’s pants.”

After a sarcastic remark, the old lady continued, "You have to go through with this marriage no matter how much you dislike it. The dowry is ten thousand yuan, not a penny less. If it's even a penny less, I'll come and put up big-character posters!"

Lu Qingquan, lying in the house, was so angry that his face turned pale. He gritted his teeth in indignation. The old witch was too hateful. How dare she make such a scene in his house!

And that little bitch Ye Qingqing, she turned around and told him everything, Lu Mo must have made her tell him.

Lu Mo...

Lu Qingquan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but with the slightest force, the wound below began to hurt again. He slumped back onto the bed, feeling desperate and angry, but there was nothing he could do!