Mother Wang knitted her brows. "So, does that mean her family never planned to pay for the renovations?"
In our city, which family didn't have the man provide the wedding home and the woman pay for the renovations, furniture, and appliances?
Why was it different when it came to them?
"What about the children? Did she agree?"
Wang Zhiyao glanced at her gloomily. "Her mother consulted several masters, and they all said her first child would be a boy. But she says having children would affect her figure and make her ugly, so she doesn't want children."
"What?"
"She doesn't want children."
Father Wang hadn't wanted to say anything more, but when he heard that, his temper flared up again.
"If a woman doesn't have children, can she still be considered a woman?"
Mother Wang wore an expression of utter disbelief as well.
"How could there be someone like that? Just to maintain her figure, she's actually willing to give up having children. What kind of family raises a daughter like that?"
A woman like that absolutely could not marry into his family.
"Zhiyao, why don't we just forget about this? Our family can't afford a spoiled and affected daughter-in-law like that."
Mother Wang had still been wavering before, but now her attitude was exceptionally firm.
"Mom, I like her. I really do."
Wang Zhiyao habitually clung to his mother's arm, just as he had when he wanted to buy a toy as a child, and pleaded with her.
Father Wang was just about to scold him when Mother Wang shot him a glare.
Then, after thinking it over, she asked her son gently, "Did she say something else? Otherwise, why did you look like that when you came home?"
At the mention of it, Wang Zhiyao felt all his