"How can Qiao Ling compare to Su Li? I've never had those feelings for Qiao Ling, but Su Li is different. I love her; even after all the hurt I've endured today, I still love her."
"I couldn't stand seeing you like this, so I intervened. Being tormented by a woman like that, just look at what you've become!"
"If you can't stand it, then don't look. At worst, I won't come back in the future. However, I advise you not to meddle in my affairs."
Old Lady Wei squinted her eyes, slapped the sofa armrest, and sternly asked, "What, so now you don't even recognize your grandma because of a woman?"
"What you care about are the descendants of the Wei Family, these children, and the family's reputation. But I don't; I care about them because they were born by Su Li. Do you understand what I mean by this?"
Old Lady Wei trembled with anger; of course, she understood. Having him express it this way—it's as if he's saying Su Li is more important than these children, isn't he?
