Ms. Liu was so angry that she wished she didn’t have this daughter.
When Yang Qingbao came out of the room with his bowl and chopsticks, Ms. Liu saw the untouched food and yelled in anger, "You still won’t eat? Fine, starve to death for all I care! I swear, even if you remain unmarried for the rest of your life, I won’t let you marry an actor! Just give up on that idea!"
"I’d rather starve to death!" Hearing Ms. Liu’s words, a yell came from the inner room.
Yang Dongzhi laughed cheerfully, "They say actors are unscrupulous and prostitutes are heartless. My dear sister, you sure have quite the taste."
"Yang Dongzhi, you bitch, shut your mouth!" Hearing Yang Dongzhi’s words, Yang Ruoqiu suddenly ran out from the inner room and started to fight with her sister.
"Hmph, I may be a disgrace, but are you any better? "Yang Dongzhi has always been jealous of her sister and couldn’t bear to appear weak at this moment, not even letting her off with her words, "I’m an unlucky disgrace, but what about you? You despise everyone else but fall for an actor? That’s called willingly degrading yourself."
"Who I like is my business, what’s it to you? Mind your own business, you wretched creature."
And so, one sentence after another, the sisters, who had been unhappy with each other, were now even more at odds, fighting and arguing.
The whole first branch of the family was in chaos. Ms. Liu, angered, hit this one and that one with a stick, and Yang Da’an stomped his feet nearby.
With such a commotion in the first branch, how could Yang Xiaochuan and his wife, who lived in the same courtyard, not know?
Ms. Luo was not a good person to begin with, so encountering such a gossipy situation only piqued her curiosity. As she listened carefully, even though she didn’t catch everything, she could still piece things together.
It turned out that Yang Ruoqiu of the first branch had fallen for an actor and insisted on marrying him, but both Ms. Liu and Yang Da’an wouldn’t allow it. All the while, Yang Dongzhi was pouring fuel on the fire, causing a ruckus in the family.
Upon further thought, Ms. Luo wondered where this actor came from and how Miss Qiu had met him? When she mentioned it to Yang Xiaochuan, he snorted, "Are you an idiot? Didn’t our family hire a troupe to perform during the New Year? There are plenty of actors in there."
As he said this, he thought for a moment and then added, lasciviously, "Not only were the young men quite good-looking, but the girls were also tender and fresh. Tsk, tsk."
"Hey, you deadbeat!" Ms. Luo bristled, "Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for an actor too? Let me tell you, don’t even think about it. If you dare bring one home, I’ll complain to your father."
Yang Xiaochuan thought of the pretty young girl from the troupe and then looked at Ms. Luo, who was only in her twenties but appeared much older, and snorted, "If you don’t give me a son soon, I’ll not only bring home an actress, but even a widow if I have to. Even my father wouldn’t say anything then."
With that remark, Ms. Luo couldn’t come up with a response and left in a huff.
As for Ms. Luo, she sat in her room sulking for a while, and when she heard that the first branch of the family was still in chaos, she went out.
Standing in the courtyard, she said, "My dear sister-in-law, don’t blame Miss Qiu for her poor taste. Actually, the boys in the troupe are quite good-looking, so in that aspect, Miss Qiu’s taste isn’t bad. If you really despise their social status, you can’t blame Miss Qiu. You have to blame the fierce woman of our humble Yang Family, that renowned spicy girl who invited the troupe here for no reason."