"Son, your father is right. A woman like Yan Xixi is someone you can't afford to get mixed up with. Just look at her. She clearly had other men before you. If she truly loved you, would she have left you? Look, now that her sickly mother is no longer a burden, she can support herself without being a kept woman. But instead, she deserted you and threw herself into pursuing wealth and luxury..."
Huang Xiaojue slowly lifted his gaze from the check, staring intently at his mother. "Mom," he asked, "if Xixi is willing to marry me now, would you stop opposing it?"
"This…" Huang's mother stammered. "My child, why are you so naive?"
"Her mother is dead and won't burden our family anymore. She can easily find a job to support herself. Mom, doesn't she meet your requirements now?"
Huang's mother lost her composure and said indignantly, "Son, what do you mean by that?"
