"What nonsense are you spouting? As a woman, how can you blurt out things like 'life root' and 'divorce'? You're only going to be my wife, and I, Zhao Erhu, am not that kind of man. Don't ever let me hear you say such things again, or I'll deal with you!"
"Hmph!" Lin Yue turned her head away, obviously not taking Zhao Erhu's threat seriously. But sometimes men can be petty too. He would simmer in silence, biding his time, and Lin Yue wouldn't realize until she had tasted Zhao Erhu's methods that old men shouldn't be casually provoked—especially since she couldn't change her habit of calling him 'old man.' Zhao Erhu had been wanting to discipline her for a long time.
Turning her head back, Lin Yue remembered the items Zhao Erhu had brought into the room. As she sifted through them, she found joyous wedding quilts and congratulatory garments, which surprised her. These were all items used for marriage; why had Zhao Erhu brought them back?