"You're almost sixteen, right?"
Yun Ya nodded, "My birthday is on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, which is in a month's time. Then, I'll be sixteen."
Zhuang Xiyue looked at the young girl in front of her, as beautiful, elegant, and gentle as a flower, and felt more and more satisfied, "When you turn eighteen, I'll bring you to Capital City. We'll get you engaged first, and after another four or five years, when you reach the legal age, you'll get married and have me a chubby little boy."
Yun Ya felt as if her heart had been suddenly pricked by a needle. She clenched her fists and said in a low voice, "Aunt Zhuang, isn't that too rushed... Brother Yan is my brother, and he hasn't settled down yet...."
"It's not rushed, not in the slightest. You're always considering others. Don't worry about your Brother Yan; who knows how long his picky nature will delay things. We can't let him hold you and Gege back."
