There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world!
Shuzhen never imagined: she only gave in to her youngest son's pleading, accompanying him through a couple of feverish nights, and this silly old man whipped up such a big fuss.
Three generations of old, middle-aged, and young banding together to force a marriage, why don't you fly up to the heavens?
Even Lian En has wondered about this.
But as a son, a famously filial son, avoiding the situation is already his limit.
To talk back to his dad is something he wouldn't dare or even think of doing.
Being tricked into attending such an inquisition-like gathering, he could only wipe the sweat from his face in relief and say: "Thankfully, thankfully, it's just a new way to pressure me to marry, and not that you're really sick, Dad!"
The genuine look of relief warmed Lianshan's heart, while simultaneously making him feel a rare twinge of guilt.
But recalling that terrifying dream, his softened stance immediately hardened again.
