When I found my mom, she was getting dressed and doing her makeup, saying that she had arranged to meet with the in-laws to discuss the wedding.
I was utterly surprised and couldn't take it anymore. "Shouldn't you inform me when you talk about my marriage? Besides, Lin Zefeng and I haven't decided when to get married yet."
"You talk about your stuff, we talk about ours. You focus on the affection, we discuss the terms; they're unrelated," said my mom, dressed in a gray business suit, lightly made-up, looking sharp and capable like she was indeed going for a business deal.
"Does it have to be this dramatic?" I grabbed her, not wanting to let her go. She shrugged me off, and I took the chance to throw myself to the ground, grabbing one of her legs and deciding stubbornly not to let go. I yelled, "Your Majesty the Queen Mother, please don't sell your daughter for glory."