But the trouble arises from the fact that, even though Lin Shuyou was under a gag order and couldn't divulge specifics, he kept laughing and shouting from his sickbed, "Great fortune!" "Huge opportunity!" "Head of the table at the New Year's feast!" "A whole new page in the family genealogy!"
This scene, in the eyes of the family elders, was the spitting image of their own foolish son being sold yet helping to count the money for the buyer.
"Give us the details, what exactly happened?"
"Alright."
Tan Wenbin started organizing his words. Concerned about Grandma Liu's health and not wanting her to suffer any backlash, he couldn't speak plainly, and so he had to keep making metaphors and analogies, looking for indirect ways to broach the subject.
What a tiresome effort, to finally explain the whole matter.
Grandma Liu was also tired from listening, to the point where she wanted to say flat-out: Stop speaking in riddles. I'd rather cough up some blood than rack my brains like this.
