Wang Dali, it was actually Wang Dali. Upon meeting him again, Wang Dali was still the same as before, disgustingly sleazy. With his short stature, hunched back, and a face that seemed as if it had been smashed into and left pitted and uneven in his early years, he was truly revolting. Especially now, his eyes were glued to her, filled with an eagerness to rip her clothes off, making Qin Xiangnuan feel nauseous.
Wang Dali rubbed his hands together.
"You’re Xiang Nuan, right? I’m Wang Dali. You are my future wife. My mom said we’ll get married soon, and then we’ll be family."
Wang Dali was already in his mid-twenties. Setting aside his looks, even his family’s situation wasn’t something any household would desire. His whole family was lazy and unreasonable, and unprincipled. They didn’t have a penny to their name. Their house was old, with peeling walls and a leaky roof. Which woman would want to marry him? She must be out of her mind.
Originally, Wang Dali had no expectations about what his future wife, arranged by his mother, would look like. He didn’t care if she was ugly or not; as long as she was a woman, it would suffice. Today he was here precisely to meet his future wife. After asking around for a good while, he had finally confirmed that this person before him was Qin Xiangnuan.
He had assumed that the bride given to him couldn’t be pretty. If she wasn’t ugly, she surely wouldn’t end up with him. But this bride was not ugly at all; she was actually very attractive, perhaps too attractive.
Those eyes, those eyebrows, that mouth, and skin as white as flour—he felt an itch in his hands. Her skin must be so tender; would it break upon a single touch?
"Wife, my name is Dali," he said excitedly, inching forward to touch the hand of his future wife. Since she was going to be his wife, who else but him had the right to touch her?
"Get lost, don’t you dare touch my sister!" Qin Xiangyang suddenly strode forward and with a shove, sent Wang Dali tumbling to the ground. Skinny as a stick and uglier than a bare chicken, how could he be a match for his sister? Who said his sister was getting married? She’s just a middle school student, with high school and university ahead. She’s such a good student; even if it meant selling the pots and scraping up money, he’d ensure she goes to university—the best one at that. No, their family wouldn’t need to sell pots for money; they had Granny Lu’s income from selling lotus leaf pancakes and rent from the three leased shops, which brought in ten thousand yuan each year for a five-year term. Even if his sister were to marry, she would never settle for a monster like Wang Dali, the village ne’er-do-well. Even Chun Miao from next door, who looked like a man, wouldn’t glance at him. Even if his sister were blind, she couldn’t possibly take a liking to such revolting trash.
"Let’s go," Qin Xiangyang said, pulling his sister away. Just seeing this man made his eyes uncomfortable.
Qin Xiangnuan’s thoughts sank.
Hu Li, this woman—could it be that she wanted to repeat her old tricks, bullying her, an orphan without parents? If that were true, then Hu Li was being overly ambitious. Whatever money they had squeezed out of Wang Dali’s family, they would have to cough it up.
In the evening, their whole family was having dinner with Granny Hua and Hua Jun as well.
Now Hua Jun was dressed neatly and behaved well, calm and not causing trouble. Such a person was truly no madman; he was just a bit ignorant, not stupid.
"Granny, granny..." A frantic voice came from outside.