The day after Li Ye had sent Zhang Chaoxian away, Yu Xiufen called him.
"Li Ye, Zhang Chaoxian went looking for you, didn't he?"
Li Ye asked in great surprise, "Senior sister, Zhang Chaoxian had barely left when you found out. Since when did you learn the art of divine calculation?"
"Tch, how would I have that kind of ability? He told me himself. He probably drank a little too much last night and called me for ten whole minutes, yammering on and on. Between the lines, he was saying that I, Yu Xiufen, looked down on people, while you, Li Ye, were a man of warmhearted chivalry."
Li Ye chuckled. "Me, warmhearted and chivalrous? Senior sister, do you think that's possible? He said our teacher had introduced him to me, so I received him. Otherwise, I couldn't even be bothered to waste breath on him."
"He was borrowing a tiger's hide to raise a banner. Our teacher is sick to death of him—why would he send him to trouble you again? Ever since he came back from overseas, I've realized that not a word out of his mouth is true. And he's miserly as hell, practically a Scrooge."
Yu Xiufen said disdainfully, "You have no idea. These past few days, Zhang Chaoxian has gone through every acquaintance we have, insisting that we introduce him to a suitable match.
"The problem is that he just got out of the hospital. Everyone knows his liver isn't in great shape. When we tell the girls the truth, they all have reservations. No matter how much money you have, it won't do without good health!
"And it's not as if we haven't introduced anyone to him, but he wants them to sign prenuptial property agreements. Girls from our land of flowers aren't without