"Yes, I understand."
Zhou Shiye nodded with utmost seriousness.
He could not even be bothered to spare Qian Cancan a contemptuous glance. Taking Jiang Shuyue with him, he headed for the front hall as easily as if he knew every turn by heart.
Madam Qian could do nothing about such rude behavior.
Qian Cancan stamped her feet in aggrieved frustration. Just as her anger was about to reach its breaking point, a maid hurried over with two large chicken drumsticks and soothed her temper.
Madam Qian reached out to stroke her head, but when she saw the gleaming oil on Qian Cancan's scalp, she discreetly lowered her hand again.
Qian Cancan cursed between bites. "Mother, that woman claimed to be Shi Ye's mother, but she looks like a seductive vixen to me! She even said she wanted some skinny girl as her daughter-in-law. Look how she's sweet-talked Shi Ye until he can't tell which way is up! What am I supposed to do?"
"You! How many times have I told you not to charge headlong into things? Use your brain! You never listen!"
"Zhou Shiye isn't even her biological son. Could he really be of one mind with her and obey her every word?"
"Marriage between great households is first and foremost about matching family status. Only when they settle for second best do they marry defective goods. You're the Minister of Revenue's daughter, a match made in heaven for the heir to the Marquisate of Southern Pacification."
Only after hearing this did Qian Cancan calm down a little.
Madam Qian said slyly, "Besides, everyone knows the Marquis of Zhennan brings death to his wives. Who knows how long this young second wife will last? She doesn't look tough enough to defy fate."
Hearing that made Qian Cancan even happier.