"Sigh, my girl, I used to think you didn’t need to spend much to raise a daughter. Just let her grow up and marry her off. But now that I think about it, that simply won’t do. As parents, it’s better to provide so financial foundation for their daughters. This way, they won’t be left desperate or be utterly humiliated and mistreated by others over a trivial sum of money."
Yan Xixi fell silent. She hadn’t expected such insights from this crude, lower-class woman.
In China, most parents believe family property should go to the sons. As for daughters, they are often likened to spilled water—once married off, they are considered to belong to another family, and any inheritance given to them is seen as "enriching outsiders." Little do these parents realize that if they’re unwilling to give their daughter a share of the family assets, she’ll be at a disadvantage when she marries. Her in-laws might then refuse to add her na to property deeds, arguing that she didn’t contribute financially. Consequently, she ends up with no claim to property from either her natal family or her marital family.
You either swallow your pride, turn a blind eye, and ekly serve your in-laws and husband, or you wait until you’re old and unattractive, only to be kicked out penniless. Therefore, inexperienced girls are more likely to be led astray by money, looked down upon, and taken advantage of.
Obviously, she, Yan Xixi, was a classic example.
If it weren’t for that tiny sum of money, would she have ended up in her current predicant?
Yan Xixi held that bottle of red potion, lost in thought for a long ti. A new resolve hardened within her. No matter what, I must leave this place, I must leave Wan Donglin! Since I’ve already managed to pull one foot out of this quagmire, why should I let myself sink back in?
Wan Donglin hurried ho, slowing his steps as he neared the gate.
Assistants and bodyguards were already waiting by the door. Seeing him, they imdiately rushed over. "Third Master, you’re finally back."
Wan Donglin exchanged a look with his assistant, Zhang Xiang. Instantly grasping the situation, he strode into the house. In the living room, several plainclothes officers stood. The one in the lead courteously presented his credentials. "Mr. Wan, we’re here on routine business."
Wan Donglin replied coolly, "If you have sothing to say, just say it."
"It’s like this: soone reported that you, Mr. Wan, are involved in a kidnapping case and has provided corresponding evidence. The alleged victim, Miss Yan Xixi, has been missing for several days, so we must conduct a routine check. Mr. Wan, do you know this Miss Yan?"
They showed him a photograph of Yan Xixi.
Wan Donglin took the photo, glanced at it, and said indifferently, "I know her."
The plainclothes officers exchanged glances, surprised he had admitted it so readily.
"She’s my girlfriend. Of course, I know her!"
"Mr. Wan, may I ask where Miss Yan is now?"
"She’s my girlfriend, so naturally, she’s with . Is there a problem with that?"
"Is she really Mr. Wan’s girlfriend?"
"Yes, we’ve been together throughout the Spring Festival. She’s perfectly fine, fast asleep at ho right now."
"However, a man nad Huang Xiaojue, who claims to be her boyfriend, reported that she was kidnapped and is in mortal danger. Mr. Huang also provided evidence. Take a look..."
Wan Donglin looked and saw a thick stack of photos, all of his car. On the right door handle, one photo showed distinct spots of dried blood. Seeing this, he couldn’t help but laugh in anger. Wasn’t that his own blood on the car door? He recalled how, in his panic to rush Yan Xixi to the hospital for ergency treatnt, he had completely forgotten about his own injured hand. It wasn’t until the doctor announced Yan Xixi was out of danger that he finally rembered his injured hand and had the nurses bandage it.
That bastard Huang Xiaojue, he’d actually been this ticulous.
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