Meng Xingsheng stood in the middle of Wang Guilan's room, his eyes bloodshot, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, as he struggled to control his emotions,
refraining from losing his temper at his mother, who was sitting cross-legged on the kang. But seeing that his mother was completely ignoring him, he finally lost control and shouted in a raised voice:
"You could find a wife for my elder brother, so why can't you come up with the money for me? Don't you know how old I am this year, or do you simply not care about me as your son?"
"Second brother, you're pressuring our mother!"
Third brother Meng Xingping walked into the room from outside, looking unwell. Approaching Meng Xingsheng, he said in a loud voice, "If our family had money, wouldn't Mother want to arrange marriages for us brothers? Mother has been sick recently; she's not even fully recovered. Is it right for you to yell at her like this?"
Meng Xingsheng glared at Meng Xingping: "You think I want to yell?"
