Hearing Wu Chufeng's words, Wu Daniu's brow furrowed even more deeply.
He said gravely, "Chu Feng, do you truly mean that? Marriage is a serious matter, not a child's game. You need to think this through!"
Wu Chufeng smiled, a hint of resolve in his tone:
"Father, of course I mean it. Miss Ji is intelligent, clever, and kind-hearted. She's the ideal wife for me. I've made up my mind. I'll marry no one but her."
A flash of glee appeared in Wang Cuihua's eyes when she heard Wu Chufeng, but she quickly hid it.
Her attempts to stop him just now had been nothing but an act.
'After all, she couldn't let Wu Daniu think that she, the stepmother, was actually eager for Wu Chufeng to ruin himself.'
'Now that Wu Chufeng was insisting on marrying no one but Ji Xiaosong, she'd done her part to dissuade him. There was no need to say more.'
She lowered her head, the corners of her lips curling up slightly as she schemed to herself:
