"Brother Yong, I heard you fancy a young girl in the village. Did anything happen?"
"I heard that girl's quite picky. The matchmakers have visited several times."
"Who is she to turn down even Brother Yong? She must be a fairy descended to earth."
"What kind of person is our Brother Yong? It's only a matter of time before he gets her."
The card-playing friends naturally didn't know what Yu Jinyong planned secretly. Even if these people were flattering him, he still felt displeased hearing the gossip. Recently, he was looking for a chance to teach that village girl a lesson. After being rejected repeatedly, he was getting angry, and he didn't care if he would truly cripple her.
She brought this on herself.
Yu Jinyong had never suffered a loss in such matters.
With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Yu Jinyong said nonchalantly, "There's no rush, we'll take it slow."
Just waiting for the right opportunity to sort out that village girl, she'll naturally behave.
