No one answered Aunt Kang.
Ji Qingshan was first disappointed that his fourth son was incorrigible, going to Chunyi Building to fool around with prostitutes.
Then he was struck by the news about the Du Family.
He had painstakingly schemed, only to find he had miscalculated completely.
If Du Caizhu couldn't inherit the Du Family's fortune, what would she use to support his fourth son's pursuit of higher examinations? All his efforts had gone down the drain.
Ji Qingshan's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time. Finally, he shut his eyes tightly, suddenly looking every bit his age.
Aunt Kang scrambled to her feet and rushed out of the main hall, wailing.
"You heartless little harlot, tricking my family into a marriage! Du Caizhu, you get out here! Get out here for me!"
As dusk fell, the Ji Family dragged Du Caizhu to West Village.
