"We run an honest business; it's best to stick to dealing with merchants and avoid that other circle. Remember that." The old master continued, "If you're thinking of marriage, dear girl, look for a merchant family. The sons of officials around here are trouble, especially anyone from Zhou Zhaoping's family. They're not people ordinary folks can afford to get mixed up with."
He said a great deal more, but Shen Jing only picked at her food, barely listening. Where did he even get the idea I want to get married? she wondered. As for that official's son I once considered, he's long gone. Money and power... the latter certainly carries more weight. There's a vast difference between the two.
The old master put down his chopsticks, his gaze fixed on her as she ate. "You shouldn't go with them to the Xie Family," he said.
Shen Jing offered no rebuttal. If Xie Qinyang heard that, he'd probably flip the table, she thought. We're just ordinary friends, after all.
