However, right after he finished speaking, Ms. Liu objected loudly.
At this moment, Yang Ruoqiu rushed out of the inner room and knelt before Old Yang, "Grandfather, you are my dear grandfather, please make a decision for your granddaughter. I really want to marry Chen Sheng, and he will treat me well. Please help persuade my mother."
After pleading with Old Yang, she turned to Ms. Wang and Yang Dachuan, "Uncle and aunt, please speak for me. It was my fault for disrespecting you before, but now I have changed. Please help persuade them."
Yang Chuxia looked at her crying with a mix of tears and snots, and couldn’t help but feel pity for her.
However, she was quite surprised by Chen Sheng, who also knelt down, as he seemed like a man who knew the ropes.
Yet, when she thought of his background, it made sense.
It wasn’t that she looked down upon actors; acting was a profession in itself, and as long as one made a living by their own abilities, they deserved respect. However, such a profession involved interacting with many people, being observant and good at hiding one’s true nature.
Old Yang, seeing the two kneeling, felt uneasy. After all, with age, his heart had softened. Fortunately, he was not confused, and still asked the right questions.
Old Yang sat on a chair that a servant had brought and asked, "You are currently an actor. I have no intention of looking down upon your profession. However, acting is, after all, not a stable job. You don’t have a fixed residence as you go where you are invited to perform. I just want to ask, if I agree to your marriage today, where will you live with my granddaughter after the wedding?"
Old Yang paused and continued, "As actors, your lives are unstable. You make a living only when you are invited to perform. Setting aside far-off possibilities, what if you can’t find work for several months? What will you and my granddaughter eat and drink?"
It must be said that Old Yang hit the nail on the head with his questions, which were far more practical than Ms. Liu’s rants about Chen Sheng being an actor.
No matter when or what status, being able to provide a good life for one’s family, without suffering, was the key factor, far more important than an empty reputation.
After Old Yang finished his questions, Chen Sheng was silent for a moment, then said, "I have been following my master in the theater troupe since I was young, and my master has always treated me well. All the salaries and rewards I’ve earned over the years have been given to me. Though it may not be much, and cannot compare to the wealth of the Yang family, it’s enough to buy a few acres of thin fields. As for the residence, should I marry Miss Qiu’er, I will build a couple of rooms in Yangshu Village and buy some property nearby. When I’m not performing, I’ll stay in the village."
Upon hearing this, Old Yang nodded in agreement.
Yang Chuxia, Ms. Wang, and the others were quite satisfied with what they heard. Even Yang Chuxia thought this man had some vision, and the arrangement was not bad at all.
However, Ms. Liu, with her stubborn attitude, disagreed. Without waiting for Old Yang to ask her, she said firmly, "I still don’t agree. After all, my daughter is not going to marry an actor. I can’t stand the shame."
Old Yang, hearing her repeatedly mention status and actors, became angry. "You shut up! Don’t look down on actors because of their status. When I was young, I was someone else’s servant. Didn’t I still manage to support all of you? If I hadn’t been a servant, where would these houses and lands have come from? Dare you to despise me for having been a servant?"
Old Yang seldom got angry, but now he was rareLy enraged. Yang Da’an couldn’t bear it and knelt down immediately, "Father, I dare not!"