Upon hearing this, Ms. Wang grew even angrier.
Instantly, she scolded, "You think a worthless scoundrel like you deserves to eat swan meat? Take a look at yourself and see if you’re even a match."
"Mom, don’t get angry with these kinds of people." Seeing that Ms. Wang was truly infuriated, Yang Chuxia hurried to comfort her, "This kind of person has something wrong in their head—probably when they were born, they came out feet first and damaged their brain."
Though the mother and daughter said such harsh words, Boy Qian, as if brain-dead, kept on shouting to his mother, "Mom, I want to marry her! Mom, I want to marry her! She’s even prettier!"
"No, you cannot marry this one!"
"She just scolded your mother! I won’t let her into our home."
Then, Boy Qian said, "Mom, don’t be angry; I’ll make her apologize to you, alright? Mom, I really want to marry her, so please agree. We will take good care of you in the future."
Some onlookers from Yangshu Village were already dumbfounded.
Indeed, Yang Da’an and Ms. Liu’s only thought at this moment was how lucky it was that they were only here to propose, and though they had agreed, they hadn’t officially set the engagement yet.
"Dad, what should I do if my hands are itching?" Yang Chuxia looked at the squabbling mother and son in the center of the scene with a mocking smile, then spoke to Yang Dachuan.
Yang Dachuan’s face darkened, and when he heard Yang Chuxia’s words, he snorted, "If your hands are itching, then use them. What are you waiting for?"
"Dad, I’ve been waiting for you to say that." Yang Chuxia flexed her wrists and walked up to the mother and son.
She snorted, "I’ve seen people with brain damage before, but never this bad. Who do you think you are? You think I’ll apologize just because you want me to? How can you be so full of yourself? And you—" Yang Chuxia then pointed at the woman and said, "Do you think your family is some prestigious household? You won’t let me in your door? It’s disgusting, but did I ever say I wanted to step into your house? With a son like yours, I wouldn’t even consider it if he were reincarnated."
To be honest, Yang Chuxia had been itching to hit someone ever since he said he wanted to marry Yang Dongzhi. She had been holding back until now, but as soon as her words fell, her fists flew out.
Boy Qian received two punches right in his eyes, and then Yang Chuxia grabbed his mother and slapped her across the face.
For a moment, all that could be heard were the wails of the mother and son.
As for the people who came from the Qian family, not everyone was as brain-dead as Boy Qian. They had been unable to sit still since he made his first demand, and when they heard him change his mind again, they thought he deserved the beating.
Even Boy Qian’s older brother and sister-in-law thought the same. Of course, all that Boy Qian’s older brother could think of now was the phrase that Yang Chuxia had mentioned earlier—what if Boy Qian tried to pursue his wife? He knew his younger brother too well, and it wasn’t impossible for this situation to happen. So, he decided he needs to split up the household when they return home; otherwise, living together every day would not be safe for his wife.
Seeing that the people of the Qian family did not stop her, Yang Chuxia continued to hit them a few more times. When Boy Qian and his mother were truly battered and bruised, she finally stopped.
Then she grabbed a chair from Yang Da’an’s house and lifted it up, "Get out of here! If you linger any longer, I’ll smash your head with this."
"You, you, you..." Boy Qian muttered, "Shrew! Nothing but a shrew! Mom, I don’t want her anymore; I don’t want to marry her." With that, he displayed a sorrowful expression and ran off.