The Kind of Son-in-Law Yang Su Wanted

Zhang Yang couldn't avoid her, and Yang Su wasn't about to give up. She had already made a considerable concession—at least, that was how she saw it. She was no longer threatening to sue for divorce.

Zhang Yang didn't know whether to be happy or... happy.

"Zhang Yang, hiding won't solve anything. If you're a man, come out and talk this through."

Outside the door, Yang Su hurled insults at him.

Cheng Hai was home, but he was thoroughly under his wife's thumb. In front of Yang Su, he barely dared to breathe.

Cheng Hai didn't dare stop Yang Su from berating Zhang Yang, though he disagreed with her. Yang Su seemed to have a short memory. Cheng Hai's investment in antiques had finally paid off, yet she had already forgotten that the lavish meal they'd just eaten was bought with money Zhang Yang had helped Cheng Hai earn.

"Mom, that's enough. Zhang Yang has changed a lot!"

Cheng Dongxue naturally stood up for Zhang Yang. No one had seen his changes more clearly than she had.

"Changed? How?"

Yang Su wouldn't let up. She still thought Zhang Yang was the same good-for-nothing he had always been. As far as she was concerned, he hadn't changed at all.

"Mom, Zhang Yang bought the car!"

Cheng Dongxue only wanted to spare Zhang Yang another round of scolding.

"He bought it? He didn't borrow it?"

Yang Su was startled, but then she thought it over. It wasn't impossible. Zhang Yang was no longer poor. He had made over ten million from a piece of raw jade and tens of millions from the Bronze Zun. A luxury car was well within his means.

"Fine, say you bought it. Buy me a villa if you've got the guts. Otherwise... divorce!"

Yang Su's unreasonable demands