Mr. Qin's face contorted in fury, and he gritted his teeth.
He was so angry, it looked like he might explode.
Just then, Mrs. Qin, who had been quietly sipping tea, finally spoke. Her voice was calm, almost too calm.
"Fine, Qin Feng," she said, setting her teacup down gently. "We will accept the girl you've chosen. Go and bring her to us."
Qin Feng's eyes lit up with joy. He couldn't believe it! He bowed his head in gratitude, his heart pounding with excitement.
"Thank you, Mother," he said, trying to hide his overwhelming happiness. "I'll go get her right away."
He turned and rushed out of the house, his heart racing at the thought of seeing Su Jiyai.
After he left, Qin Feng's younger brother turned to Mrs. Qin, his face filled with confusion.
"Mom, were you serious about letting him marry that girl?"
Mrs. Qin just smiled softly, her eyes glinting with something mysterious.