"Cough, cough, don't talk nonsense. Why would I steal my own daughter's man?"
Shui Wuxiang nearly choked on Shui Yue'er's words. She gave the latter's little head an annoyed smack.
"I merely said I hoped Bing'er would find me a handsome son-in-law. At least having him around the house would be pleasing to the eye."
Why didn't I believe that at all? Just now, she clearly looked desperately hungry. Still, why did this development feel strangely exciting?
Suspicion filled Shui Yue'er's pretty face, yet she also felt inexplicably excited. Her anticipation instantly surged.
"That's enough, you two!"
At that moment, Shui Bing'er, who had been listening to their whispers the entire time, finally could not bear it any longer. She withdrew from her meditative state and shot them a fierce glare.
With her mother Shui Wuxiang and younger sister Shui Yue'er, this pair of troublemakers, here, she simply could not calm her heart and cultivate.
Seeing Shui Bing'er glaring at them with an angry expression, Shui Wuxiang and Shui Yue'er, this extraordinary aunt-and-niece pair, immediately changed expressions.
Shui Bing'er had inherited her aunt Shui Wuyue's temperament. She was easygoing, indifferent, and easy to get along with, but if someone angered her, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Shui Wuxiang and Shui Yue'er exchanged a glance and quickly shut their mouths.
Seeing that the pair of troublemakers who had been in cahoots finally settled down, Shui Bing'er sighed in relief. She turned around, intending to continue cultivating.
However, their bold remarks had disturbed her state of mind, and she was unable to enter deep meditation for a long while.
Helpless, Shui Bing'er could only temporarily give up on cultivating. She lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside, trying to shift her attention.
Yet before long, her thoughts had drifted off somewhere else.