Seeing that he couldn't defeat Xing Chen, the village scholar's son staggered to his feet and pointed at her. "Xing Chen, I like Qiao An. I'll go against you for the rest of my life."
Qiao An was furious and cursed, "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? Do I have to marry you just because you like me? I only like Brother Xing Chen in my life. I only marry Brother Xing Chen and only give birth to his children. Stop dreaming."
As Xing Chen stared blankly at Qiao An, his eyes were overflowing with happiness and contentment.
The village head's son looked at Qiao An with contempt. "Qiao An, what kind of taste do you have? Don't you see what the Xing Chen family's conditions are? They don't even have a decent house. If you follow him, you'll only suffer. Look at me. I can buy you nice clothes, and nice jewelry, and there's someone at home to serve you. Marry me and you can enjoy life."
