Mr. Mu glared at Mrs. Jin, seemingly unable to believe that such absurd words came from the sensible Mrs. Jin.
"Mrs. Jin, do you know what you're saying? Shuangshuang is only thirteen; marrying her off to Wang San is like pushing her into a fire pit.
Do you realize how others will see our Old Mu Family? Selling a granddaughter to a fifty-year-old man for money?"
Mr. Mu himself was only fifty-three this year; although Wang San was three years younger than him, he couldn't, in good conscience, push Old Three's daughter into a fire pit.
Not to mention, Old Three wouldn't agree to it, nor would he.
"Father, Shuangshuang marrying Wang San is not pushing her into a fire pit; she's going to live the life of a young mistress in the Wang Family, which is well-off and will surely provide for Shuangshuang lavishly."
Mrs. Jin was still trying to persuade Mr. Mu but was loudly rebuked by him.
