When Shen Zhilie heard those words, he tapped Ye Qianqian gently on her head and admonished, "Whether or not it'll be smooth-sailing won't be up to my grandmother. If you're willing to marry me, and we get married, that makes it smooth-sailing."
"What about your grandmother's objections?"
"It doesn't matter. She'll come around."
Ye Qianqian felt there was something inappropriate about their actions. She frowned as she thought about it, and asked, "I think that there might be an ounce of accuracy in your grandmother's words. In the past, she said that Youyou was destined to be married twice, and now, Youyou is indeed in a second marriage. In the future, what if I…"
What if she didn't live past twenty-eight and indeed passed on…