After everyone left, I turned to face Mo Ying. Yan Mei, sensing what was about to happen, quickly took the kids into the kitchen.
"You—" I started, but he cut me off before I could finish.
"Before you start ranting, Miss Feisty Mom, take a deep breath and look at all the things I brought back for you…" he said, just as another wagon arrived—this time loaded with furniture and wood.
I was still trying to process the last batch of items he brought, and now he was bringing in even more. He was definitely not just a farmer's son.
"Mo Ying, I'm happy that you managed to pay the bride price," I said firmly, "but I still need to know who you really are. I never pressed you about it before, since you said you weren't going to marry me, and I didn't want to pry. But now that this marriage is settled, you have to be truthful with me, whether you like it or not. Because whoever you are, if your identity could pose a threat to my children's lives, then we should forget about all of this."
