Song Chengfeng remained silent. His refusal to speak made his stance clear—but his silence only deepened Mrs. Song's frustration.
Throwing a sharp glare his way, she let out an irritated sigh and snapped, "So you're just going to keep quiet? Fine. But don't expect me to stop looking for a wife for you."
With those words, she stood up from the couch and made a show of walking away, clearly attempting to provoke a reaction.
Predictably, Song Chengfeng took the bait. He quickly stood up and moved to block her path.
"Mom…" he called out softly, his tone subdued.
"I really don't want to get married. Can't you just stop pushing me?" His voice held an almost pleading quality, the weariness unmistakable.
But this time, Mrs. Song had resolved not to waver. If her son insisted on continuing this cold, lifeless charade, then she was ready to play her part to the end.
