As Qin Jianjun's words "stand by and do nothing" fell, even the bubbling sound of the stewing meat in the kitchen ceased.
The atmosphere at the dining table, which had been somewhat harmonious, suddenly turned cold as if sliced open by a sharp blade.
Aunt-in-law Wang Guixiang immediately put down her chopsticks and used her rough hands to wipe away nonexistent tears as she took over the conversation: "Exactly! Our Jianjun is such a good kid, but just because the family is poor, he's facing a broken engagement. If this gets out, where would the Old Qin Family's face go? Wanyi, Yanshen, you're now big figures in the country. Just a little slip of the finger from you could last our family a lifetime!"
Beside her, Qin Jianjun, a young man in his early 20s, stuffed the last piece of meat from his bowl into his mouth and blurted out, "Mom, tell them clearly, I want a Butterfly brand sewing machine! The latest model! My fiancée said she wouldn't marry without it!"
