"Qiangzi, I don't care. Just tell me, are you going to see Miss Xu or not?" Liu Cuixong watched Zhang Qiang's endless dodging and weaving, all to avoid saying whether he'd meet Miss Xu. She decided to be direct.
Zhang Qiang's refusal was firm, and he spoke each word deliberately: "No. If you want to meet her, then you go. I don't want to get married right now."
"You—you're trying to drive me to my grave."
Liu Cuixong clutched her chest in exasperation. She had eagerly awaited her son's return, but now that he was back, it felt like he was driving her to an early grave.
"Mom, don't be angry. Fate hasn't come yet, and there's nothing I can do. Stop rushing to find me a wife. Maybe I'm destined to marry late."
Zhang Qiang tried to comfort her, unknowingly making Liu Cuixong more upset. She said, "I don't care. I want to hold a grandchild."
"Qiangzi."
Liu Cuixong looked at Zhang Qiang with a face that said, 'I want a grandchild. You figure it out.' "Are you still my son?"
