After hearing these words, I suppressed my anger and looked at my boyfriend, Qin Lang.

He stood behind his parents, earnestly massaging his mother's shoulders.

I spoke in a cold voice:

"Qin Lang, what does this mean?"

"Jiaojiao, my parents are not wrong," Qin Lang tried to persuade me, "Our family values education and has been a respected lineage for generations. It's already a great favor from my parents to allow you to marry into our family."

"After all, we are going to get married. You will have to show respect to the elders sooner or later. What's wrong with kneeling?"

I laughed in anger.

What was Qin Lang joking about?

His father only has a junior high school education, but he considers himself noble-minded, without even a proper job.

He idles away his days, and his greatest hobby is composing sarcastic poems for widows!

And he calls this an educated family?

He calls this a respected lineage?

"Xu Jiao! Why are you standing there like a fool? Hurry up and kneel to the elders!"

Seeing that I remained motionless, Qin Lang's face also turned dark.

And his father even sneered repeatedly:

"My son hasn't reached the age of twenty, yet he has already passed the scholar's exam. As a merchant's daughter, if you don't understand the rules, do you still want to marry into my family?"

"Your personal virtue is tarnished. If my son wasn't fond of you, the Qin family would never allow you to enter our door!"

...

Qin Lang's parents criticized me one after another, expressing their dissatisfaction.

Meanwhile, Qin Lang stood behind them, affirming his parents' words and casting accusing glances at me.

I coldly watched them go crazy, feeling deeply disappointed.

Why didn't I realize earlier that Qin Lang had a mental problem?