"Elder Host, you've worked hard!" Wang Yuanwai was a middle-aged man well into his fifties. Due to never having engaged in physical labor, he carried himself with elegance, his skin even fairer than many young women's.
After exchanging pleasantries, the two of them proceeded to the backyard together, preparing to welcome the new bride.
There was no one else around at this moment. Wang Yuanwai and the chubby monk revealed their true intentions.
"Elder Host, can this little girl truly dispel the calamity that afflicts me?" Wang Yuanwai swayed his hefty frame, asking in a low voice.
"Wang Yuanwai, rest assured. As long as this girl marries into your Wang family and becomes your concubine, she will undoubtedly rid you of the chronic ailment plaguing you!" The chubby monk spoke earnestly and resolutely.
"Good, with your assurance, I can rest easy. I've already had the betrothal gifts delivered to the side chamber as agreed upon. We are now even."