Ye Ziâan hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe Xiaxiaâs tears.
"What did you say??" Yang Chuxiaâs voice was full of disbelief. "Say it again!"
"Sister, the second aunt wants to match Qian Xiaoqing with our elder brother," Yang Xiayun repeated, and then she leaned back in her chair, looked up at the sky, and couldnât believe the madness of the human mind.
"She must be sick in the head!" Yang Chuxiaâs eyes widened in exasperation, "What was she thinking? Is she crazy or brain-dead? With Qian Xiaoqingâs behavior, she dares to consider becoming my brotherâs wife? If she enters our family, I truly fear I couldnât restrain myself from dealing with her on the spot."
After speaking, Yang Chuxia turned to Yang Dachuan and Ms. Wang, "And what about you, father and mother? How can you think of it? She treats your son so poorly, yet you still keep them in our house? What were you thinking?"
"Someone, throw these people out, what garbage, even a person missing a brain has the audacity to stay?" Yang Chuxia was resolute, "In the future, letâs not mention we have such relatives; itâs too embarrassing to speak of."
As soon as Yang Chuxia finished speaking, Yang Xiayun and Yang Qingtong both gave her a big thumbs up, admiring their eldest sister the most!
Ms. Wang felt a bit troubled, "Xiaxia, after all, sheâs your second aunt. If she insists on staying and not leaving, even if we donât consider your second auntâs face, we should consider your uncle and cousinâs face. Moreover, that Qian Xiaoqing somehow got her hands on a pouch from Qingrui, insisting on claiming that Qingrui gave it to her."
Had it not been for that pouch, she would have driven them out long ago; now, she was worried that expelling them would lead Qian Xiaoqing to tarnish Qingruiâs reputation.
"My brotherâs pouch?" Yang Chuxia raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure itâs my brotherâs pouch? How did she get ahold of it?"
Yang Qingtong said, "Sister, the pouch should be elder brotherâs, you know the pouches, fan pendants, fan cases, and such trifles my brother and I use are all the same. The fabric of his and this one in my hand were both sent by you, from the Capital City. We donât have such fabrics here in Quanya, and the maids even embroidered names on them to distinguish between my brotherâs and mine. Of course, it definitely wasnât given by elder brother. Just donât know how she got it."
"So she just came to our doorstep with that pouch? Didnât she want to marry our cousin before? How on earth did she persuade the second aunt?" Yang Chuxia thought angrily, Qian Xiaoqing, oh Qian Xiaoqing, if you seek death, I shall accommodate you.
"Need persuasion?" Yang Xiayun huffed, "She directly told the second aunt that elder brother fancied her and had given her a pouch. The second aunt dotes on her to no end, how could she disagree? The second aunt even blamed elder brother for stealing the cousinâs bride-to-be and scolded elder brother for having no class, saying heâs so shameless to steal his brotherâs wife. You didnât see how she scolded elder brother, he was so angry he left on the spot."
"Sister, she is truly shameless, crying and sobbing, insisting the pouch was given by elder brother, even saying elder brother ruined her reputation and wonât take responsibility," vented Yang Xiayun, who dearly wished she could beat some sense into that despicable woman.
Upon hearing this, Ye Ziâan paused and then asked, "Were there outsiders present when they arrived today?"
"There were none!" Ms. Wang said.
"Good, no outsiders were present," said Ye Ziâan, "Wife, itâs better if they stay. In our house, we can deal with them easily. Letâs first send two people to her courtyard to take back the pouch. Then, send someone to our maternal grandmotherâs house to invite her over, and send another to the construction site to call for uncle."