"Fine then, do as you see fit. But let me be clear: if something goes wrong, you explain it to your brother yourself. I'm against this whole thing." said the County Magistrate. He was greedy for money, not for women. He had no idea who his son took after—running around all day like a rutting boar, chasing women everywhere. His wife had had to wipe his son's ass over these stupid messes more times than she could count. Hopefully this time nothing major would happen. That muddle‑headed woman!
After the County Magistrate finished, he didn't even touch the tea his wife had poured him. He got up and went straight back to his room.
Only after his figure disappeared did the County Magistrate's Wife spit and curse, "Cowardly as a mouse."
"Ma, then how did you fall for Dad in the first place?" the County Magistrate's son asked.
