Zhang Dashuan scoffed. "When we were poor, we were practically invisible. Anyone who didn't know better would've thought we were the only ones left in the Zhang family. Now that Yangzi has become a Scholar, they're all crawling out of the woodwork. All sorts of 'uncles' and 'aunts' are suddenly appearing. I can let that slide—the world is full of snobs. But if they think they can meddle in our family's business, they've got another thing coming."
Huai Zi's maternal grandmother's face grew stern. "You two can't give them an inch this time. Otherwise, there'll be no end to it, and they'll be here pestering you every few days. To have something like this happen during such a happy time is just sickening. They make it sound so noble, 'for the Zhang family,' 'for Huai Zi's sake.' Pah! Aren't they just trying to get a piece of the pie? That woman would love nothing more than for him to divorce Juhua to marry her granddaughter."
