Cui Shuicao was feeling uneasy inside. She bit her lip lightly and raised her head to look at Meng Xingsheng, "A good-looking prey could be worth at least two to three hundred, my uncle said. He would take fifty as a middleman fee, and the rest would all go to Brother Xingsheng."
"Right, Brother Xingsheng, my uncle relies on this business. In less than two years, he built five brick and tile houses for our family, and life gets better day by day. We have full meals with meat at every meal and new clothes to wear every year!"
Cui Shuicao didn't believe it. After she said it like that, there was no way Meng Xingsheng could still be unmoved.
"Shuicao, don't push me. I said I would marry you within this year, and I will make it happen."
Meng Xingsheng had felt both conflicted and entangled lately. He truly wanted to bring a wife home, to be with Cui Shuicao for life, but he found it difficult to quiet his conscience to do that kind of thing.
