"What's taking him so long?"
"Why hasn't he arrived yet? He couldn't possibly be coming by horse and carriage, could he?" Wang Rui's mother had already started to complain. After all, they were in the Central Plains, where the environment was harsh. In the dead of winter, it was bone-chillingly cold. Despite being bundled up in many layers of clothes, it was still deeply uncomfortable.
"Wang Rui, give him a call and ask what's going on," her mother urged. "Could that man be a swindler? Considering Li Dali's family situation, paying a bride price of two hundred thousand yuan nearly emptied their entire savings. How could they possibly afford to send a special car to pick us up?"
"Are they trying to trick us?" Wang Rui's father added. He had a crafty, rodent-like face and shifty eyes; it was clear he was no good. His words dripped with scorn for his future son-in-law. As he finished speaking, he couldn't help but cough, looking rather unwell.
