Could a birthday present be fake?
Could it be made of plastic or glass that cost ten yuan apiece?
Obviously not.
Father Wang and Mother Wang fell silent, but Wang Lingxi still wore a disdainful look.
"Her family's place—even if she could get eight houses, they'd definitely be in some remote countryside. What use would houses in a place like that be?"
"It's different with Miss Cen. Never mind how much property she has. Just based on her status at Starry Sky Group, she can not only get you promoted and give you a raise, but also..."
Wang Lingxi wanted to say that their whole family could rise to prominence along with him.
Father Wang glared fiercely at her. "Shut up. Stop talking."
A thirty-five- or thirty-six-year-old divorced woman with a child absolutely could not marry into his family.
If his son really married a woman like that, wouldn't the people at his workplace laugh him to death?
"All right, go check on Duoduo. Stop stirring up trouble here." Mother Wang was annoyed as well and urged her daughter into the room.
"Do you think that brat Su Qiao will change her mind? Dream on!" Wang Lingxi stamped her foot, pouted, and went back to her room.
"Zhiyao..."
Mother Wang was about to persuade her son when Wang Zhiyao looked up at her pleadingly. "Mom, I still want to be with Xiao Qiao. I can't forget her."
Mother Wang was silent for a moment. "Xiao Qiao is still a good girl. You decide for yourself!"
Their previous plan definitely wouldn't work anymore.
Now, the only option was to coax her back first and figure out the rest later.
Having a son was a certainty. The Wang family's bloodline could not end.
It was just that they could not be as