Cheng Jian was dumbfounded. He was aware of the family's situation and knew that he would ultimately have to marry into his wife's family.
What upset him was why his parents didn't fight for him, nor did they discuss it with him, and just bluntly proposed that he should marry into his wife's family.
He was their only son, their only child, how could they be so indifferent?
Cheng Jian really didn't understand why they could be so heartless.
He didn't believe that his parents would really give up on him. He was their only child, and when they got old, who would they rely on?
Mr. Cheng was walking down the street with a suitcase, feeling a bit lost, "Wife, are we really not attending our son's wedding?"
No matter what, he's our only son. If we don't attend the wedding, that kid will definitely hold a grudge.
Mrs. Cheng looked at her reluctant husband, "I understand your concerns about what we'll do when we're old."
Mr. Cheng kept nodding, "That's exactly what I'm worried about."
