Old Madam Jiang was practically about to be angered to death by her own son. He said it didn't matter, but if this wasn't a threat then what was it? What did he mean by "living alone for the rest of my life is fine too"? Was he planning never to take a wife? In the future, when everyone else had sons and grandsons about their knees, what about him? Was he going to spend his life guarding those few shabby bamboo stalks?
"Mother, I'll take my leave first." After Jiang Yunchi finished speaking, he left, entirely in line with his free and unrestrained nature.
"What a little wretch!" Old Madam was furious. "I just asked a couple more questions and he's already sulking with me?"
As a daughter-in-law, Madam Jiang was not in a position to say too much, so she persuaded gently, "Little Uncle has always been like this. Hasn't it all been because Mother spoils him? I can see that Mother surely can't bear to truly be angry with Little Uncle either."
