Ancient Wen Heng led him to the backyard. "What is going on? How could you just bring her back like this?"
"Seventh Uncle, didn't you agree to let us move in?"
Ancient Wen Heng thought, 'I'm about to cough up blood from frustration!'
"The formal betrothal process involves three matchmakers and six rites. How far along are you? Bringing her back under such improper circumstances... what is this supposed to mean?
And another thing—you gave her family the Silver Taels, but did you even sign a marriage contract?"
Gu Lejia was completely dumbfounded. 'There are so many formalities?'
Ancient Wen Heng said, "Go ask Hong Da. You're a grown man now. There are some things you should take the initiative to learn, not wait for someone to spell them out for you."
He shook his head. "Don't think I'm being annoying. If I weren't your Seventh Uncle, I couldn't be bothered to waste my breath on you.
