Su Gaoli's roar shook the hall so hard I half-expected the chandelier to fall.
But Su Ye only looked at him with the calm disinterest of someone watching a toddler throw a tantrum. "Why are you getting angry for a strange woman?"
I covered my mouth to hide a snort.
"She played with you since childhood," Su Gaoli snapped back.
"She played with your son, not me," Su Ye corrected calmly. "If you like her so much and want her in this family, then you can go ahead and marry her to your son."
The silence that followed was impressive. At this moment, the stepmother, who had been quiet like a well-behaved background prop through the entire ordeal, suddenly stood up.
"Su Ye, we already have a girl selected for our son…"
"That's right," Su Gaoli said quickly, grabbing onto the excuse as if it were life support. "Haoming's wife is already chosen. As for Liu Yueran, she is perfect for you. So you can marry her."
"I am already married," Su Ye replied flatly.
