Ye Gaosheng arrived at the main courtyard and, sure enough, Madam He was busy packing two large trunks in the yard. The trunks were tied with red silk, clearly preparations for a marriage proposal.
"Mother, what are you doing?" Ye Gaosheng suddenly spoke up, his voice a bit too loud because of his agitation.
Madam He looked up and glared at him irritably, "What else could I be doing? I'm preparing the betrothal gifts for your marriage proposal. It'll be November soon, and you'll be 18 after the new year. If you don't get married, we'll become a laughingstock."
In her heart, Madam He was thinking she should get this matter settled quickly and then arrange the wedding before the New Year.
However, Ye Gaosheng came with a face full of sorrow and indignation, "Mother, stop fussing, I don't want to get married yet."
Having been busy all day, Madam He's face turned green with anger on the spot, "What? Say that again?"
