Only then did Wang Yue realize that even the wisest person could make a mistake.
He had only thought that he had explained everything clearly and that the two families wouldn't misunderstand. He'd completely forgotten that some people were skilled at reading too much into things.
After thinking it over, Wang Yue still wasn't about to shoulder the blame for this, so he deliberately answered uncertainly, "What's the big deal? Maybe my son and my niece are dating."
Wen Qinghua had really hoped Wang Yue would become his brother-in-law. After all, for families like theirs, a scholarly household, any marriage alliance had to be between social equals. It was nothing like his sister's earlier marriage to some country boy—a complete case of a flower stuck in cow dung.
No, it was more like a flower stuck in a rock. Those flowers couldn't draw any nourishment from it and were bound to wither and die sooner or later.
Wen Qinghua knew Wang Yue's circumstances very well. After his wife died, he raised the children alone, and not only got into university himself but also brought up his eldest son to get into university. His other children were doing well in school, too.
A scholarly family was clearly beginning to take shape!
But now Wang Yue would rather put his own son forward, and Wen Qinghua understood that he truly didn't want to marry his younger sister.
Wen Qinghua was an easygoing man. Though he felt a little regretful, he followed Wang Yue's lead and said crossly, "Yicheng's Ju'an is several years older than him. You should've said your son, not your eldest son."
Seeing Wen Qinghua put it that way, Wang Yue said helplessly, "Back then, girls got married at fourteen or fifteen, so don't underestimate your niece's charm.
"I know