Zhuang Xiyue sighed, "I don’t want Ah Song to bear so much, I just hope he can live a simple life in peace and safety, because once he sets foot on that path, he is destined to lose something, like freedom... like marriage..." This point disgusted Zhuang Xiyue the most. When Ah Song was just born, her sister-in-law was already thinking about arranging a betrothal for him with her own niece, which utterly repulsed Zhuang Xiyue. She would never agree to a child betrothal for her son. What if the children didn’t like each other when they grew up? Wouldn’t that ruin her child’s life? Besides, knowing her sister-in-law’s character, could her niece be any good? Later on, several aunts and sisters-in-law competed to matchmake for Ah Song. How old was Ah Song then? Those people’s ugly faces were undisguised, God knows how much she hated it. In the end, it was Grandfather who spoke up, saying that only he had the right to decide Ah Song’s marriage and nobody else should even think about it. With Grandfather’s word, those people finally quieted down, but even now, the thought made Zhuang Xiyue nauseous. Once they returned, considering how much those people valued Ah Song’s worth, they would probably start pushing even more aggressively. Grandfather was getting old and sometimes he was unable despite willing. Yan Nanmo’s brows furrowed slightly, he looked down at Zhuang Xiyue, "What are your thoughts on Ah Song’s marriage?" Zhuang Xiyue curled her lips, "What can we do? Grandfather has already spoken. Eventually, he’s bound to pick a miss from a family of equal social standing or someone who can help Ah Song in the future. You’re very aware of this kind of political marriage, aren’t you?" She glared fiercely at him, a sentiment they both deeply shared. Because Yan Nanmo himself nearly married another woman, someone who could have aided his political career. It was precisely because he married her, a woman who couldn’t assist him in his career, that he was transferred to Jiangzhou for over a decade. Otherwise, his status today would certainly be more than this. "If Ah Song likes her, that’s great, everyone would be overjoyed. But if he doesn’t, I won’t let my son suffer for a lifetime. A loveless marriage is like roasting someone on a fire. Even if it costs me my life, I must insist Ah Song marries a woman he loves," Zhuang Xiyue said with adamant conviction. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel~fire~net What does the Yan Family weigh compared to her son’s lifelong happiness? Fame and status are all but empty in the end. Living a life of happiness and joy is what truly matters. Zhuang Xiyue had clear thoughts. If that day really came, she wouldn’t be a coward. She was ready to challenge the Yan Family’s strict regulations. She was determined never to let her son be wronged. After speaking, she glared at Yan Nanmo, "If you consort with those people, making our son marry a woman he doesn’t like, I will divorce you and take the two sons away from you." Yan Nanmo hugged her tight, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly force our son to marry a woman he doesn’t like? We are so happy, he must not go through the same ordeal. No matter when or where, I will always stand firmly by your side. Don’t let me hear those two words from you again." Zhuang Xiyue snorted lightly, "That’s more like it." To be honest, she regretted marrying Yan Nanmo because his family was too large and too complex for her liking. Just dealing with those people gave her a headache. But all it was just a fleeting thought. No matter how many storms there were, as long as she was with the one she loved, she was fearless of any storm. It was also for this reason that she could consider even more deeply for her son. Yan Nanmo glanced at her, tentatively asking, "If in the future, our son likes a girl with an unsightly family background, would you agree?" "Unsightly? How bad can it be? Unless they’re dirt poor, but so what? Ah Song is so picky, any girl he fancies must be one in a million. If Ah Song likes her, then I like her too." Zhuang Xiyue was thrilled at the thought of becoming a mother-in-law in the future. "Yes, one in a million," Yan Nanmo thought of that young girl’s appearance and temperament, indeed remarkable. Even among the top socialites raised in the Capital City, she was exceptional. But that family background was indeed in keeping with those four words. But who can blame him for his son Ah Song liking her? He shared Ah Yue’s thoughts; if that day ever came, he would argue his case and ensure Ah Song could marry the woman he loved. Otherwise, it would ruin him. Zhuang Xiyue gave him a puzzled look, "What, now you have the ability to foresee the future?" Yan Nanmo smiled, "I’m just guessing. Didn’t you also say that the woman Ah Song likes must be one in a million? I think it makes perfect sense. I’m just waiting for our son to bring home a one-in-a-million daughter-in-law, so you can indulge in being a mother-in-law and not always fret about Yun Ya."