"I do know," Ye Jiu said in a heavy voice, "this was arranged by Wenqing, and mother didn't know about it beforehand."
"Foolish!" Old Man Ye burst out angrily, "Had I known you and your mother would make such a foolish mistake, I'd rather not have built that house at all, or bought the land. It would have spared us the embarrassment."
Ye Jiu, ignoring Old Man Ye's anger, retorted, "What's so embarrassing about it? We spent our own money to buy the land and build the house, and everything was done by the book. If people still mock us for that, it only shows their jealousy, their jealousy that our family can lead a good life, while they still eat bran and drink thin soup."
"I am the head of this family. Yet, our house is under the name of a woman, your mother," Old Man Ye fumed. "Even if we become wealthier, it will only make us a target of ridicule, worse than those who eat bran and drink thin soup."