Those words struck right at Shang Shuqing's sore spot. Her body swayed slightly as she left the door she had been leaning against, grief-stricken and on the verge of tears.
"Qing'er, we would never harm you either. We truly mean well for you. It isn't that we're forcing you—it's your brother who is anxious. You're his only sister; how could he not be anxious? You really aren't that young anymore. If this goes on, your brother will have no way to answer to your late parents and elder brothers!"
"Auntie... Auntie..." The little child in her arms babbled in his tender voice, patting the door.
Creak! The door was suddenly pushed open by the child's chubby little hand.
Feng Ruonan froze for a moment, then reached out and pushed the door open. She saw Shang Shuqing standing with her back to her, head lowered.
"Qing'er." Feng Ruonan walked around to face her. Seeing her like this, her heart ached as well.
"Auntie..." The little fellow gestured animatedly, making Shang Shuqing unable to resist taking him into her arms and hugging him tightly, hoping to use the child's innocence to comfort herself.
After letting go of the child, Feng Ruonan said softly, "Sister-in-law knows your heart is hurting. Truly, from the very first day we met, Sister-in-law understood you."
She cried! Shang Shuqing had been brought to tears. Burying her face against the child, she sobbed, "Stop forcing me! I'll marry. Isn't agreeing to you enough? You can make me marry anyone you want, as long as you're happy."
Faced with this endless stream of persuasion, she was powerless. She truly no longer had the strength to endure it.
Seeing her agree, Feng Ruonan finally let out a breath. In truth, she did not want to force her like this either,