"You extort her first, then have the nerve to ask me for respect? Don't you recognize her? Don't you know she's my fiancée? What are you playing at? Extorting her is no different from extorting me. Did you think I'd be grateful after you extorted me?"
He said, his voice toneless, "And what's the meaning of these bills? Fifty thousand today, fifty thousand tomorrow... Heh. Some 'loving' relatives you are. You've driven my fiancée to a dead end, freely insulting and trampling all over her. Have you ever once considered my feelings? Is this how you show me respect?"
Although his words were aimed at his aunt, Huang's mother's face burned with shame. Her son had always been filial, never speaking a harsh word to her since he was a child. This time, her heart was thoroughly wounded.
"Xiaojue, that's not fair of you to say," the aunt retorted. "We weren't extorting her. We were just trying to help you; it was a desperate measure, that's all..."
"Help me with what?" Huang Xiaojue cut in.
