"..."
Su Qiao rubbed the goosebumps on her arm and hurriedly took another step back.
What thick skin...
Cen Mohan, hurry back and see this. Someone's already surpassed you.
"Ma'am, I suggest you see a psychiatrist. Maybe there's still hope for you."
Wang Zhiyao felt utterly humiliated. He secretly tugged at his mother's sleeve. "Mom, let's go home!"
Mother Wang turned and glared at him. Wang Zhiyao's lips moved twice before he lowered his head again and fell silent.
"Hey, you little brat, don't push your luck! You've already been involved with another man, yet our family is still willing to take you in. You should be satisfied!"
Wang Lingxi wore a haughty, condescending expression.
"Besides, we've already agreed that you can continue working after marriage. You can do whatever you want—we won't interfere.
The corners of Su Qiao's lips lifted into a faintly mocking smile.
Heh. So treating her as a baby-making machine wasn't enough—they also planned to use her as a money-making cow?
She really wanted to hear just how shameless they could get.
"But we do have a few conditions."
Wang Lingxi plopped down on the sofa, crossed her legs, and held up one finger.
"First, you have to buy a villa for the family and put my parents' names on it."
Mother Wang hurriedly explained in a gentle tone, "Actually, we're already old, and we don't have many years left. After we're gone, the house will still belong to you."
"Second, you must give my parents fifty thousand—no, one hundred thousand yuan every month for living expenses."
Fifty thousand was a little too little. Adding herself and her daughter Duoduo, they needed at least close to one hundred thousand.
"You earn tens of millions a year from dividends alone. One hundred thousand a month is only