But at that moment, Zhong Xiaoqin felt she had the upper hand. She was practically bursting with smugness.
Chen Yu, however, was genuinely thinking it over.
He felt that over all these years, whether at school or at work, he really hadn't made any other friends.
He remembered that when he'd first started school, some classmates had been very friendly and tried to play with him. A few had even taken the initiative to ask him for help, but he'd coldly turned them all down.
His coldness had kept those people who wanted to take advantage of him from doing so, but it had also earned him a reputation for being aloof. As a result, no one had ever become his friend.
Chen Yu thought about how his personality had nearly cost him such a wonderful wife, and he resolved to change.
So Chen Yu said seriously, "Xiaoqin, what kind of gifts do you think we should prepare? We can't just ask someone for help without bringing anything, can we?"
Seeing how troubled Chen Yu looked, Zhong Xiaoqin smiled and said, "All right, what kind of conditions does Master Wang live in? There's no need for us to bring a gift. I'll ask Manni later. Once everything's settled, we can treat her and her husband to a nice meal."
Chen Yu wanted to say that it would probably be better to bring a gift, but he was worried that, with his lack of experience, he might end up making things worse. So he left everything to his wife.
Zhong Xiaoqin was very straightforward. As soon as she got to work the next day, she went to Wang Manni and said, "Manni, Chen Yu's station director wants his son to learn calligraphy and painting from your husband. Do you think