Afternoon.
It was one thirty.
Upstairs in the Fang family villa, only Dong Xuebin could be heard chattering away. Sometimes he went through an entire stretch of speech without even taking a breath.
On and on he talked.
He just kept prattling. The Power of Time and Wealth 1949
This guy had put his gift of gab to full use.
Old Master Fang had already made his position clear. Saying Xiao Ling was not yet ready to shoulder the responsibilities of marriage was really just a tactful rejection. Calling so many Fang family elders and juniors into the room was not because they thought highly of Dong Xuebin. A junior like him certainly did not warrant such a grand reception from the Fang family, especially given the terrible relationship between the Fang and Xie Families. Old Master Fang had likely done so because of Old Master Xie's phone call. Since Dong Xuebin had come this time as a representative of the Xie Family, and it was for such a joyous matter as proposing marriage, gathering the family to discuss it before declining was merely the most basic courtesy toward Old Master Xie, the former General Secretary, and the Xie Family. After all, while the two families were at odds, they had never launched an all-out fight to the death. Political and various other factors did not permit a political struggle on such a vast scale. Surface-level peace had to be maintained, and appearances had to be kept up.
Yet Dong Xuebin seemed not to understand Old Master Fang's intentions at all. It was as though he had understood nothing, and he continued chirping away with a particularly cheerful air, completely ignoring the hostile looks from the Fang family's younger generation and several female relatives as if he had not seen