"Someone like you, a mere country bumpkin, dares to marry our Burton family's young mistress? Scram right now, or don't blame me for taking action!"
In Jarty City, within the upscale community of Champlyss Villa Area.
Rowan stood outside an incredibly luxurious villa, while the one standing in front of him was the Burton family housekeeper, Dalton.
Rowan's voice was cold as ice, "I would like to hear it from Master Burton himself, you don't have the authority to make such decisions."
"Master? Do you have the right to meet Master?"
Dalton took a quick glance at Rowan's attire. He was wearing a shabby Taoist robe with a simple wooden hairpin, his eyes filled with contempt.
"A wild br*t from the mountains dares to marry into the Burton family. You can't even self-reflect if you are worthy of it. Scram now, don't dirty our land!"
With that, Dalton reached out for a broom and began to sweep at Rowan's feet.
Rowan's expression became increasingly unsightly.
He came here that day to cancel the engagement.
If this housekeeper's words had any weight, he would be able to leave now.
But for now, he must see the person in charge of the Burton family, because the initial engagement was made by his grandfather with Master Burton.
When he was two years old, his grandfather and Master Burton arranged a marriage for them, which meant he was to marry the baby girl in the belly of the eldest daughter-in-law of the Burton family.
He remembered his grandfather taking him to scavenge through trash cans and sell scrap to make ends meet every day at that time.
When he heard about the engagement, he thought his fiancee's family would also be living similarly.
Unexpectedly, the involved family was the Burton family from Jarty City, one of the leading wealthy households.
Rowan didn't know why his grandfather would have arranged such a marriage for him, but he had no way to ask now.
In the fifth year after the engagement, his grandfather went on a long journey, leaving him alone at home.
Day in and day out, he yearned for his grandfather’s return. However, when the old man returned, he was merely hanging on his last breath. After soothingly patting him on the head, he passed away.
Later on, if it were not for Master Dixon who took him up the mountain to cultivate, he would not have known if he could survive until now.
Now, more than a decade has passed, and he has shown extraordinary talent in cultivation. He has now stepped into the realm of gods and would soon possess the Innate Heaven Body.
The attachments of the mortal world are a major obstacle on the path of cultivation, so this time he descended the mountain to cancel the marriage contract with the Burton family.
But as soon as he arrived, he was stopped by the housekeeper at the gate, uttering words that became increasingly disrespectful.
"Is this how the housekeeper of the Burton family was taught?"
Rowan opened his mouth coldly, his expression becoming increasingly stern.
"Taught? You, a mountain boy who comes from the hills, dare to say I lack manners? Boy, I'll show you my power today!”
Dalton's expression darkened instantly, and he waved his hand roughly.
In a moment, several tall bodyguards in dark suits rushed towards him, surrounding Rowan entirely.
Rowan's look turned intense as he spread his fingers.
He was always reasonable, but when dealing with unreasonable people, he didn't necessarily need to persist in tolerance.
"Throw him out directly!"
With Dalton's order, the bodyguards all clenched their fists and advanced toward Rowan.
"Who gave you permission to make a scene at the entrance?"
Just then, an icy female voice came over.
A few people followed the sound, and a gorgeous, delicately featured beauty walked over.
Dalton's demeanor immediately became respectful, and he bowed slightly towards her.
"Madam."
On hearing this, Rowan turned to look at the beautiful woman, and quickly realized that she must be his prospective mother-in-law.
He politely greeted her, "Mrs. Burton."
Mrs. Burton's eyes darkened as she sized him up.
"So, you're Rowan?"
Rowan nodded, "Yes, that's me."
Seeing his attire, Mrs. Burton's heart sank and she took a deep breath.
"Come in first."
The corner of Rowan's mouth lifted slightly, "Thank you, Madam."
Following that, he entered the villa with Mrs. Burton.
The housekeeper, Dalton, glared at him resentfully, then also followed them inside.
Upon entering the villa, Rowan had a faint frown.
The interior decoration of the villa was even more extravagant than its exterior, with paintings by famous artists and carved rosewood tables. It was indeed a house of the wealthy in Jarty City.
Mrs. Burton took a seat on the sofa, picked up the teacup on the table, and knocked it gently, blowing softly.
"Please, have a seat."
"Thank you."
Rowan sat on the adjacent sofa, politely thanking her.
He was here that day to cancel his engagement.
However, the Burton family's Miss had waited for him for eighteen years and surely they wouldn't be pleased with the annulment. Therefore, he tried his best to act polite, in hopes of increasing his success rate of the cancellation.
"You just arrived in Jarty city today, didn't you? Have you found a place to live yet?"
Mrs. Burton had a sip of her tea and casually asked, just as if she was making small talk.
"I haven't started looking yet, I came here right after descending the mountain." Rowan answered truthfully.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Burton's eyes grew even more disdainful.
As anyone could guess, any penniless youth knowing he could marry their Burton family's daughter would surely dash here without rest, lacking any thoughts for other matters.
She raised her chin slightly, looking at him with an air of superiority.
"Your accommodation these few days will be arranged for you, all the expenses will be borne by the Burton family. When it's time for you to go back, your ticket will also be covered, or if you want me to send a driver to take you, that's fine too."
"Go back?"
Rowan was stunned.
He indeed had to go back, but apart from this marriage contract, he still had some worldly matters to deal with, and needed to stay in Jarty City for a while.
But from Mrs. Burton's tone, she wanted him to go back these few days?
Mrs. Burton subtly frowned.
"You've grown used to living in the mountains, you might not be able to handle the city. It would be best if you can leave after a few days.”
Rowan was feeling a bit conflicted.
His interactions on the mountain were extremely straightforward, and Mrs. Burton's words made him feel strange.
It seemed like she was showing concern for him, but also seemed like she was ushering him back.
However, there was no mention of the marriage contract in the conversation, which caused Rowan to frown.
"Thank you for your concern, but I mainly came here this time to...”
Mrs. Burton bluntly interrupted him.
"You came from the mountains, you probably are not aware of the status of our Burton family in Jarty City."
"It can be said that in the whole of Jarty City, there's not a single young master who doesn't wish to marry Stephanie. Once we, the Burton family, establish this relationship, we would obviously skyrocket to great success."
"But where in the world are there so many good things that one can achieve without working hard? We in the Burton family are no fools to knowingly welcome those with bad intentions to exploit us."
As she said this, she indifferently took a glance at Rowan.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Rowan slightly furrowed his brows, "Madam may have misunderstood me. I came here this time to..."
Mrs. Burton's face took a turn for the worse.
In her view, Rowan's diversion was purely playing dumb.
Indeed, who among ordinary people would easily give up a marriage with the Burton family?
She didn't beat around the bush anymore, cutting straight to the chase.
"There's no need for further discussion. I’ll tell you my stance directly. With our wealth and stature, anyone who marries my daughter must undoubtedly be the cream of the crop. You, a poor boy who came down from the mountains, are not worthy of being the Burton family's son-in-law. Even if you two do have a marriage agreement, I will never acknowledge it!"
