The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2463: Shut Up (3)

Feng Caie instantly felt a jolt of alarm.

"Someone, summon Yang Rusong immediately," Yang Ruxin commanded. "Have him draft a written pledge ensuring that no matter what transpires on the journey, he will hold me entirely blameless."

"Xinxin!" Feng Caie's voice trembled with anxiety upon hearing this. Her eldest son already harbored resentment towards them; if he discovered she had visited Yang Ruxin without his knowledge, wouldn't it further widen the chasm between him and the family? She absolutely could not allow her son to be summoned. "I was mistaken, please do not call him. He has no idea that I came to see you."

Yang Ruxin remained resolute, her expression unwavering.

Yang Rusong arrived promptly, presenting a signed guarantee: "I admit I didn't give it enough thought previously. Here is my guarantee. Cousin, I shall bear the full responsibility for my own choices."

Ultimately, Feng Caie departed in a state of humiliation, following in the wake of her eldest son.

Around the middle of the month, Yang Rusong departed without a backward glance, joining a transport caravan and embarking on a new Chapter of his existence.

Concurrently, the matchmaking efforts for Ma Laiwang, orchestrated by Zhao Xinghua, yielded positive results, with Luo Qiaoqiao officially accepting.

"Xinxin, you claim Ma Laiwang can find a wife, so why can't my Tie Dan?" Zhao Xinghua lamented with a sigh. "I truly wonder if I'll ever have the joy of holding grandchildren in my lifetime."

"You worry unnecessarily," Dong Wenxiu chided gently, casting a glance at Zhao Xinghua. "Everything has its proper timing; fretting serves no purpose."

"That's what everyone says, so I suppose I must adopt the same perspective," Zhao Xinghua sighed, before a smile touched his lips. "However, I believe I've facilitated a good match. Both of them are well-suited, though Qiaoqiao mentioned that Y-you, Xinxin, should be the one to give the final approval."

"Understood," Yang Ruxin nodded. "Inform the Ma Family to send emissaries to formally propose." Luo Qiaoqiao possessed considerable capability, and Luo Da and Luo Er had proven to be invaluable allies. Dao Xuzi, by meticulously studying the blood of the Medicinal Soldiers, had successfully developed an antidote. Now, she was stepping into her role as family, fulfilling her obligations and even preparing a dowry.

Meanwhile, at the Ma Family residence.

"What? That Luo Qiaoqiao?" Ma Dishi's displeasure was evident as she exclaimed, "She's an outsider with no familial support. Her father and uncle are both frail, and her two younger brothers are liabilities. I absolutely forbid it."

Ma Laiwang frowned, addressing his mother sternly, "You disapprove? Do you wish for your son to remain a bachelor forever? Do you truly desire the Ma Family lineage to cease with me?"

"How, how could that possibly be?" Ma Dishi flinched, startled by the ferocity in her son's gaze, and retreated slightly. "We simply need to find someone more suitable, is that it? There are numerous fine young women associated with Yang Ruxin; why can we not select a different candidate? I've heard she bestows quite a generous dowry upon those women. Consider Chai Qin, the girl who was always by her side – she seems quite suitable. She's attractive, unburdened, and could serve our household immediately upon entering. Is that not so, Father?" she inquired, turning her attention to Ma Qiang.

"Heh heh," Ma Laiwang scoffed derisively. "Mother, you truly have the audacity to utter such proposals."

"I am your mother; why should I not dare?" Ma Dishi retorted fiercely, her eyes blazing. "You unfilial son, what is this? Already scorning your mother before you've even secured a wife? Let me tell you..."

"Just be quiet!" Ma Qiang suddenly bellowed at his wife, his voice cutting through the tension. "Continue speaking, and see if I don't give you a thrashing?"

Ma Qiang was not a man prone to lengthy discourse. He was acutely aware of his wife's nature. His attempts at reason had proven fruitless, compelling him to resort to shouting, which, admittedly, yielded limited success. Ultimately, he found himself resorting to physical reprimand, reasoning that since she had borne him a son, he could not simply abandon her. They had to endure, and a few slaps usually sufficed to restore a semblance of calm, at least temporarily.