"Mother!" Zhou Jingyi suddenly became saddened but resolutely pleaded, "Please don't force me, okay? I don't want to marry, I really don't want to marry again! In the future, I can just manage a few acres of land, or else take refuge in a nunnery—"
"Shut up!" Mrs. Zhou trembled with rage and said, "Take refuge in a nunnery! How dare you say such a thing! As long as I draw breath, you won't even think about it! After I close my eyes, you can do as you please!" She then burst into tears, "You disappointing girl!"
"Madam! Please don't rush, let your daughter finish speaking, huh!" Master Zhou quickly intervened, gently saying to Zhou Jingyi, "Xiaoyi, it's just your parents here, don't be shy. Your father won't beat around the bush with you! This time, your mother and I will definitely find you a reliable and matching family. You can rest assured about that! If you still don't want to marry, there must be a reason, right?"
Mrs. Zhou also stopped crying and looked at her daughter.
