After the Chinese New Year's Eve, the Yue Family collectively remained silent, save for Yue Jiandong, who was furious.
Yue Xiaofang teased him intentionally, "Big brother, it's probably time to prepare Qingqing's dowry."
Nothing would set Yue Jiandong off like mentioning this matter, as if he were a barrel of gunpowder waiting to be ignited.
"Nonsense, Qingqing is still young, not even of age yet, the legal age isn't even here, what dowry are you talking about?"
Yue Jiandong blustered and stared fiercely, determined not to let his daughter marry off so soon.
His daughter, so dear and clever, how could he let someone like Jiang Jingze, that rascal, benefit so early?
Yue Qingqing sat in her bedroom, chin propped on her hands, dazed.
That evening, the two of them set off fireworks together.
In the tranquil night, their breaths formed a mist in the chilly air.
