Ye Gaosheng nearly fell to the ground in astonishment, "What? Little sister, are you saying mother has prepared a matrimonial gift for me to propose to Miss Qingyue?"
"Originally, that was the plan, but since Fourth Brother is unwilling, then let's forget about it, shall we? There's no need to wrong Sister Qingyue!" Ye Jiu deliberately sighed.
"Don't!" Ye Gaosheng became anxious, glanced at Ye Jiu, then turned to Mrs. Ye, "Mother, why didn't you tell me the proposal was for Miss Qingyue?"
"So now you're blaming me?" Mrs. Ye glared at him.
Ye Gaosheng quickly offered a placating smile, "No, my son wouldn't dare. It's just... putting mother to trouble."
"It's no trouble at all. Since you don't want to marry her, let's just drop it, to save me the heartache of wasting my efforts." Mrs. Ye, having the upper hand, naturally became haughtier.
