Wang Zhiyao finally couldn't hold back after hearing the words "bad family reputation," and exploded.
"Everything is something your mother said. Can't you make a decision for yourself just once?"
"You're already an adult. You're twenty-two, almost twenty-three. You're not still a child who hasn't been weaned!"
"Huh?"
Su Qiao stared at him in shock.
"Aren't we supposed to listen to our elders?"
"Didn't you used to mention your mother all the time, too?"
"I didn't even say anything about you. Why do you have such a big problem with my mother? Besides, what she said makes perfect sense."
Su Qiao's three consecutive questions made Wang Zhiyao even more irritated.
"Mother, mother—am I marrying you or your mother?"
Of course you're marrying a ghost.
The corners of Su Qiao's mouth lifted slightly, and a trace of schadenfreude flashed in her eyes.
"Don't be angry. I won't say anything anymore."
"Actually, my mother is a pretty good person. After she learned that your family's tradition requires having a son, she spent quite a lot of money consulting several famous fortune-tellers in our area. They all said my first child would definitely be a boy."
"So, I don't really object to what your mother demanded—that we must have a son and abort the baby if it's a girl. What I'm worried about is that once the child is born, the burden on you will be very heavy."
"Having a child costs a lot of money, and your salary isn't very high."
"Don't misunderstand me. I'm not looking down on you because of your low salary. It's just that my father said once the child is born, we have to give him the best life and the best educational opportunities."
"I thought about it carefully for a long time and decided that what