Qin Shou couldn't help but give Yang Ruxin a thumbs up, then cheekily leaned over: "Sister Xin, why don't you find a wife for me too?"
"You could still be missing a wife?" Yang Ruxin curled her lips in disdain.
"I am, really, I need a proper wife." Qin Shou nodded vigorously, "I promise, whoever you introduce, I'll definitely like."
"Really?" Yang Ruxin raised an eyebrow slightly, "Let me think, oh right, the daughter of Master Li in our town, Miss Cuicui is still unmarried, how about..."
That Li Cuicui had once set her sights on Gu Qingheng, and because she fancied Gu Qingheng, every other man after that seemed beneath her. It was a classic case of "seeing Yang and being ruined for life." I heard her marriage prospects have been a mess, she's already twenty-two this year, and has been letting herself go more and more; her weight is probably close to two hundred pounds now.
"Sis, I'll find one myself." Qin Shou swallowed a mouthful and hastily waved his hand.
