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Su Yan-Chu was the youngest son of the two old men's second son, Suo Ao. Second Sister, Su Xiuning, had always admired Shen Muhan, and both families agreed to the match. However, Shen Muhan, the person involved, kept his distance as much as possible.
Su Yan-Chu frowned. One called them grandparents, while the other called them grandfathers and grandmothers; it was quite awkward. Although Second Sister was not his parents' biological daughter and lacked that blood relation, at least there was a title to refer to her by. He couldn't understand what these adults were thinking.
Fortunately, he was not the one being forced into marriage; otherwise, he would have packed his bags and fled to the ends of the earth.
As for Sister Tang, she was the eldest disciple of the Poisonous Matriarch. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was part of the family since she lost her parents at a young age and was raised by the Poisonous Matriarch. However, her expertise lay not in poison but in medicine.
Ironically, what she feared most were Master's Wife and Master. When a tiger is on the prowl, who would dare to pull its fur? Yet Shen Muhan dared to do so—not just one hair but a whole handful.
"You little brat!" Su Rong was completely infuriated by his grandson's indifference and stood up, slamming the table.
Meanwhile, the Poisonous Matriarch remained silent, quietly observing her grandson with increasing satisfaction. He resembled her in her youth; after all, it took immense courage for a female demon of the martial world to marry a high-ranking scholar. At that time, it caused quite a stir and left people anxious. Yet now, everything seemed fine.
"You owe a favor to the Ouyang Family but want me to marry their orphan? If you want to marry her yourself, then do it! If you keep nagging me, I'll go to Mu Qing," Shen Muhan knew well how temperamental the old man could be and decided to speak up before he lost his cool.
Upon hearing that he intended to go to the front lines, Su Rong immediately wilted. That kid Mu Qing would be gone for five years; every time he sent letters checking on everyone at home, he never mentioned him. The thought made his graying beard tremble with anger.
Su Yan-Chu gave Shen Muhan a thumbs up; only he dared to confront the old man like that.
At that moment, Uncle Bingzi nervously presented a plate of cold marinated purslane on the table and quickly slipped away as if he were flying out of the private room.
Shen Heir had fought in the borderlands before, even infiltrating the enemy camp and beheading their leader in less than an hour. To this day, the restless forces beyond the borders still trembled at the sound of his name. He had also heard whispers about the pressure to marry, and if he were displeased, a single chopstick could cost someone their life.
It was hard to understand what Muxin's Girl was thinking, as she insisted on serving him this plain and worthless dish while ignoring all the mouthwatering options available.
Today, Esteemed Guest had caused Sister Tang and the head of the household to turn pale with fear!
Indeed, inside the private room, eight eyes were fixed on a plate of cold marinated purslane, and Su Rong’s mustache had curled up to his eyebrows, clearly furious.
Only Shen Muhan wore a barely perceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.
Su Yan-Chu clasped his hands together, praying that Sister Tang wouldn’t be too harsh; he didn’t want to die in a humiliating manner. After all, he had paid Sister Tang two thousand taels of silver for this meal!
Of course, one must keep accounts clear among brothers. When it came to business dealings, he had to admit that he was a clever merchant.
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