"Old Ancestor," Wen Maixue sat next to an elderly person, who was covered by an electric heating blanket from the waist down, squinting while puffing on an old-fashioned cigarette holder. "I don't understand why you made me agree to send that dress over. It's clear that he's being unreasonable. I..."
Wen Maixue seldom lost her temper. Her experiences had made her more mature and emotionally restrained than her peers.
"Maixue, haven't I taught you, to control a man you need to be both firm and yielding? The way you are acting now, you're no different than the likes of Su Ziceng, both not of high society." The Old Master Wen hardly managed the family affairs anymore, most of which were now in the hands of the younger generation. Wen Maixue was personally groomed by him. Although she wasn't the best, she was presently the most suited for the job.
