This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

“I was wrong to treat you badly last time, and I’ve come to apologize. But we’re both doing this for our own children, and I’m sure you can understand my predicament.”

Zhao Chunxiu had run such a long way late at night and was extremely thirsty. She saw a glass of water on the table, licked her dry lips, and was too embarrassed to ask for it.

"So, you came all this way just to tell me that being a mother isn't easy?"

Zhao Chunhua frowned slightly, took a sip of water, waved her hand, and showed a hint of impatience on her face.

She asked the question knowing the answer already, intending to give the person in front of her a hard time first, and then get back at them for the time she couldn't get away with at their house last time.

Zhao Chunxiu felt like her throat was on fire. She rubbed the hem of her clothes and said again:

"Regarding that matter you mentioned last time, my husband and I discussed it and felt..."

Zhao Chunhua calmly picked up the bowl and drank a few more sips of water. After hearing Zhao Chunxiu's words, a look of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"What did I say last time? Sorry, I've been busy with family matters lately and I can't quite remember."

Zhao Chunxiu wanted to spit on her. She finally understood that this old hag was just putting on airs in front of her!

But when she thought about the mess at home and the reason she had sneaked out in the middle of the night, she couldn't help but feel inferior.

Who made me need their help?

Zhao Chunhua smiled broadly, her face full of joy: "Sister, to tell you the truth, I've found a girl for my nephew these past few days. The two sides have met, but there are still some things to discuss. Soon, I'll invite you to my nephew's wedding."

When Zhao Chunxiu heard this, she was shocked!

Her eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief: "Whose daughter is she? Is she already engaged?"

She couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn Zhao Chunhua, why is she in such a hurry to find a wife for her son, rushing to bring him good luck?"

If that's the case, what will happen to Yuemei? Staying in Dongyuan Village every day, causing her parents to be constantly gossiped about?

Seeing that her sister was clearly anxious, Zhao Chunhua felt incredibly relieved. "Hmph, now she knows to beg me!" she thought.

"There's no rush, but both families are willing, so we think we'll set a date in the next few days. Right now, I'm discussing it with my husband, Mr. Qian."

Zhao Chunxiu felt a little embarrassed to say it, but she still forced herself to say, "Well... sister, I was thinking... we're such good sisters, if our children... got married, wouldn't that be like strengthening family ties?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chunhua's joy vanished instantly, as if the other person had said something unlucky.

"Sister, you didn't say that when I visited your house twice last time."

She rolled her eyes and mimicked Zhao Chunxiu's tone, saying, "My daughter could never marry your crippled son!"

"Sister, you've all humiliated me, and now you want my son to marry your daughter? Sister—you can't just trample on people like this!"

Zhao Chunhua was furious, her face turning pale and then red.

"Sister! I was wrong about what happened last time, I'm kneeling down for you." After saying that, Zhao Chunxiu knelt down in front of Zhao Chunhua with a thud.

"Hey! What are you doing? Get up!" Zhao Chunhua immediately stood up and took two steps back.

People who didn't know better would have thought something was wrong.

“Sister, let me finish,” Zhao Chunxiu said without getting up. She continued, “I’ve discussed it with my husband. Yuemei and Yitong have been close since childhood, childhood sweethearts, and know each other well. Getting married would be a wonderful thing, and it would make our relationship even closer… Sister, why don’t you reconsider?”

Zhao Chunhua frowned and said, "Get up and speak first!"

"Sis, if you don't agree, I won't get up. I'll kneel here until I die as an apology."

Zhao Chunhua looked up at the sky and rolled her eyes. Then she looked at the kneeling person and said impatiently, "Alright, alright, get up first. Let me think about it. Whether this matter can be accomplished depends on what my husband, Lao Shui, thinks."

"Then I'll thank you in advance, brother-in-law. It's getting late, so I'll go back and wait for news. I'll come again tomorrow night."

Zhao Chunxiu retraced her steps, and her figure soon disappeared into the darkness.

"No need to thank me. Goodbye."

Zhao Chunhua closed the door, thinking to herself: If you knew the real reason, you wouldn't want to say thank you; instead, you would want to drink his blood, pull out his tendons, and peel off his skin.

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