Su Qiao had no intention of continuing to associate with this family.
She was afraid she might lose control and poison them.
Wang Zhiyao looked at her in disappointment. "Xiao Qiao, how did you become so materialistic? Are you still the same person you used to be?"
"Heh."
"I wasn't materialistic before. I didn't want your money or anything else from you. All I wanted was for you to treat me well. But reality told me that this was an illness, and it needed treatment."
Su Qiao turned around and hurried away.
After wasting so much breath on them, she was thirsty. She needed to go back and replenish her fluids.
*
"Where is she? You didn't drag that stinking girl back to apologize to your mother?"
The Wang family had still been waiting for Su Qiao to return and apologize.
When Wang Lingxi saw that only Wang Zhiyao had returned, she immediately flew into a rage.
"She left angrily."
Wang Zhiyao walked into the living room dejectedly and sat down on the sofa. His face was filled with gloom, and he looked as though he had suffered a tremendous blow.
"She said that as long as I married into her family, she wouldn't make me pay for the house, car, renovations, mortgage, banquet, or jewelry."
Mother Wang, who had been clutching her chest moments ago and acting as though she had been angered half to death, sprang upright like a compressed spring. Slamming the table, she roared, "Impossible! She can forget about it!"
She had raised her son from infancy, tending to him through every hardship, and now that girl actually wanted to snatch him away just like that. There wasn't a chance in hell—not even a window.
Wang Lingxi also let out a disdainful snort. "Hmph, a country