"My dad said it was important to marry someone from a similar background."
Zhao Yalan spoke of how naive she had been back then. "I even called him a snob and told him not to look down on a young man just because he was poor."
"Hahahahaha! Were you really that melodramatic back then?" Ye Yizhou laughed too.
Recalling the scene, Zhao Yalan laughed in exasperation. "Thinking back on the way my dad looked at me, he was probably thinking, 'There's something wrong with my daughter. Seriously wrong.'"
"That was exactly what Uncle Zhao thought." Ye Yizhou nodded.
"How do you know?" Zhao Yalan asked in confusion.
"Uncle Zhao was angry but couldn't bear to scold you, so he came to vent to my old man!"
"He said Liu Shengnan was a classic poor boy who'd made it big. He didn't deny his ability to get into a top university from a small town, but deep down, he still carried that small-town mix of feudal, simple, traditional ideas. His values were different from yours, since you'd grown up wanting for nothing. Those differences would show up in the little things in everyday life. Over time, there were bound to be conflicts that wore away your passion for each other. It would end sooner or later."
Ye Yizhou remembered this vividly because when he woke up and went downstairs the next day, Uncle Zhao was still venting to his father.
His father was exhausted and nodding off when a slap from Uncle Zhao startled him awake. "Old Ye, don't you agree?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
Ye Chongli, who hadn't even caught what he had said, agreed miserably.
Hahahahaha, the scene had been utterly ridiculous.
When his father saw him coming downstairs, it was as though he'd spotted a lifeline. He kept shooting