Li Changyu's mind was a million miles away. Li Mingrui and Mrs. Fang watched him with concern, saying nothing. The room fell silent.
After a good while, Li Gengtian cleared his throat and began to reason with his son. "Changyu, I'm not trying to criticize you. Juhua is a hardworking and gentle girl, a good maiden. For a country girl, she's considered quite decent. But she still can't compare to Mr. Gao's daughter. I won't even talk about looks—we're a straightforward family, good character is all that matters, we aren't concerned with appearances. But if we compare education, Mr. Gao's daughter is literate. If we compare upbringing, she's a well-bred young lady. How can a girl from the countryside possibly compare? There's no point in comparing family background and wealth, because even though I'm a villager, I'm not the sort to covet wealth or climb the social ladder."
