Zhang Linmiao picked up the hot milk on the table and poured it into Wen Yichen's cup, speaking earnestly: "Son, your grandmother is getting old, don't make her angry. Actually, Jian Ru is very nice, why don't you try to get along with her?"
"No one can decide my marriage, let alone force me to marry a woman I don't like, unless you want the Wen Family to end with me."
The old lady angrily slammed her chopsticks on the table: "You ungrateful brat, what's so wrong with Jian Ru that you can't accept her?"
"I find her displeasing in every way. Grandma, you're just blinded by pig's fat. Sooner or later, I'll make you see her true colors."
Han Xi turned around and looked at Wen Yichen, signaling with his eyes for him to say less.
Jian Ru lowered her head and wiped her tears, sobbing as she spoke: "Grandma, please don't argue over me. I'll take the flight back shortly so Yichen won't find me an eyesore."
"You're not going anywhere. If anyone's leaving, it's this unfilial grandson."
