Mrs. Wang hadn’t expected her son to guess her thoughts so accurately.
Indeed, she had thought so.
She felt that the girl, having only attended school for a few years, wouldn’t have much to talk about with her son.
Perhaps, once the novelty wore off, she would feel a significant gap between them.
"Jianguo, your mom hasn’t thought like that at all but is worried about another thing, afraid that relatives and friends will gossip about your wife being married before," Mr. Wang immediately defended his wife.
"We live our own lives; let them talk. Eventually, they will only envy us. As first-generation individuals, they will only progress and do better, while workers will gradually fall out of favor, especially since many workers have been laid off now."
Although Jianguo patrolled daily and dealt with minor matters, he was well-informed.
Let others talk about how we live our lives.
It sounds nice to say.
"Mom, tell me your demands," Jianguo said, seldom beating around the bush when dealing with other matters.
Her demand was for them to break up.
And her son wouldn’t agree.
Was she really to watch helplessly as her son brought that girl home?
"Let her buy a house too, then I’ll agree to you two being together."
Mrs. Wang suddenly thought that the girl’s brother had bought a house on loan, which meant he must be short on funds. To think of buying a house was almost laughable.
"Mom, think it through. If we had our own house, we might not live at home anymore; we’d live separately, okay?"
In recent years, Jianguo had spent little and had saved some money, but it was still far from enough to buy a house.
His mother was not just making it difficult for Xinxin but for him as well.
"As long as she can afford a house, I’ll agree to your marriage."
First, see if the girl agrees to it?
Mrs. Wang quickly added, "You’re not allowed to use your money to help her; otherwise, I won’t accept it."
Seeing his son return to his room, Mr. Wang helplessly looked at Mrs. Wang, not knowing what else to say.
"You’re making this intentionally difficult. Buying a house nowadays costs tens of thousands."
Mrs. Wang snorted coldly, "She has money, right? Let her buy one."
"Wife, have you thought about it? She might not afford it, but her cousin might, as you mentioned before, Yuntian Clothing Factory has connections with the Zhao Family."
If that happened, the wife would not only lose a match but also lose respect.
"This..." Mrs. Wang was surprised.
Holding a glimmer of hope, "She will definitely agree, and even if she agrees, her cousin couldn’t possibly lend her so much money to buy a house."
Mr. Wang didn’t want to discourage his wife.
"Wife, I’ve heard Jianguo mention that the house they now live in belongs to Comrade Zhao’s Third Brother, a very large Courtyard House. Nowadays, such houses sell for tens of thousands. And with such a big clothing factory and clothing store, wouldn’t they have the money to buy a house?"
Hearing her husband’s analysis, Mrs. Wang became unsettled.
She didn’t want to admit defeat just like that.
"I’ll go talk to her tomorrow."
Then she left those words behind and went back to her room.
Mr. Wang turned off the TV, turned off the lights, and went back to his room.
The next day, Mrs. Wang stealthily peeked inside the Police Station before heading to Yuntian Clothing Store to find Zhao Xinxin.
"Zhao Xinxin, come out for a moment."
Zhao Xinxin had seen Mrs. Wang before during the evening when Jianguo got drunk and had even greeted her.