"What's wrong with Widow Bourdua? Roman should listen to his uncle and go back to marry her at once!" Leono's voice was tinged with anger. The doors of the Leono household were shoved open, and a suitcase was hurled out from inside.
"He's over thirty and still pulling this running-away-from-home stunt. If I let him stay any longer, Uncle Sapina will definitely come kick my backside!" Immediately afterward, a frail man with a large head and a thin neck stumbled out, picked up the suitcase, and looked helplessly and aggrievedly into the courtyard. Madame Leono followed close behind, softly comforting the frail man.
Then Domi, the Leono family's eldest son, came out as well. He turned toward the courtyard and said:
"Father, Uncle has the right to pursue love. Madame Bourdua may have some money, but her rudeness and sharp tongue are famous..."
Leono appeared before them and said irritably, "Pursue love? Ha, no wonder he came to our house..."
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his wife's expression, like a volcano about to erupt, and hurriedly swallowed the rest of his words.
Well, this Mr. Roman was Madame Leono's cousin, and he had even pursued her when they were young. Although Leono had ultimately won the beauty's hand, the matter still stuck in his craw.
Leono turned to his eldest son. "You're married now and need a room of your own. There's no extra space in our house for him to stay..." Domi immediately said, "Father, I'm planning to go to Paris next week. Maria will go with me. Uncle can stay in my room then."
Leono frowned. "What are you going to Paris for?"
"To take the entrance examination for the Paris Military Technical School."
Leono pointed at Roman and roared at his