"Hey, sister, I used to think that raising a daughter didn't cost anything. I could just raise it and find a man to marry. Now that I think about it, that's not possible. As parents, you'd better prepare something for your daughter.
A little wealth will prevent them from being desperation and being abused in every possible way just because of a little money."
Yan Xixi was silent for a moment, not expecting that this rough, low-class woman could actually say such a thing.
Most parents in China always believe that the family property should be given to their sons. As for their daughters, they are nothing more than thrown water. Giving it to them will make it easier for people with foreign surnames. As everyone knows, the parents of the mother's family are unwilling to give the family property. After marrying into the husband's family, people say
If you don't pay for the house, your name won't be added to it. Then, whether it's your mother's family or your husband's family, not a dime of property has anything to do with you.
Either you can swallow your anger and close your eyes, serving your parents-in-law, mother-in-law, husband and family with your tail between your legs; or you can wait until you are old enough to be kicked out and have nothing. Because of this, unsophisticated girls are more likely to go astray because of money and be raped.
Practiced with contempt.
Obviously, her pretty face is a typical example.
If it weren't for that little money, how could we be where we are today?
Yan Xixi was stunned for a long time while holding the bottle of red potion, and she was more determined than ever: No matter what, she had to leave here, leave Wang Donglin! Since one foot had already been pulled out of the quagmire, why did she still sink in?
Wang Donglin hurried home and slowed down at the door.
The assistant bodyguard and others had been waiting at the door for a long time. When they saw him, they immediately came to greet him: "Third Young Master, you are finally back."
Wang Donglin exchanged glances with his assistant Zhang Xiang, and he immediately walked in knowing what was going on. In the living room, there were several plainclothes people, and the leader politely handed over their IDs: "Mr. Wang, this is a routine matter."
Wang Donglin said calmly: "If you have something to say, just tell me."
"Well, someone called the police and reported that Mr. Wang was suspected of a kidnapping case and provided corresponding evidence. Now, the person involved, Ms. Yan Xixi, has been missing for several days. We must conduct routine inspections. Mr. Wang, do you know this person?
Miss Yan?"
It was Yan Xixi’s photo that was handed over.
Wang Donglin took it, took a look at it, and said calmly: "We know you!"
Several plainclothes men looked at each other, not expecting him to admit it so readily.
"This is my girlfriend, of course I know her!"
"Mr. Wang, where is Miss Yan now?"
"She is my girlfriend, so of course she is with me. What, is there a problem with this?"
"Is she really Mr. Wang's girlfriend?"
"Yes, we have been together throughout the Spring Festival. She is safe and sound and sleeping at home."
"However, a man named Huang Xiaojue claimed to be her boyfriend and called the police saying that she had been kidnapped and her life was in danger... Mr. Huang also provided evidence, you see..."
Wang Donglin took a look and saw a large pile of photos of his own car. Among them, there were some dried blood stains on the door handle and the right door. When he saw it, he laughed angrily. Wasn't the blood stain on the door his own hand? He thought back to it.
Suddenly, it was clear that he was in a hurry when he carried Yan Xixi into the car and sent him to the hospital for emergency treatment. He completely forgot about his injured hand along the way. It was only when the doctor announced that Yan Xixi was out of danger that he remembered his injured hand.
