He Tiantian took care of Qiao Zhenbang and had lunch.
Qiao Zhenbang kept looking at He Tiantian, wanting to speak but hesitating.
His expression was too obvious; He Tiantian wanted to pretend she didn’t see, but she couldn’t help but understand.
Finally, she had no choice but to ask awkwardly: "Professor Qiao, do you have sothing to say to ?"
"...Little He, we’ve known each other for a while, so let’s not beat around the bush!"
"Your daughter is already in college, an adult. Have you ever thought about remarrying?"
Qiao Zhenbang seed very eager; he didn’t even bother with preliminaries.
He didn’t talk about feelings with He Tiantian but went straight to the point.
So straightforward and decisive, He Tiantian didn’t need to pretend, and her surprised expression was visible.
Her eyes widened, and there was a slight, imperceptible hint of shyness and panic.
Seeing He Tiantian’s reaction, Qiao Zhenbang smiled wryly, saying:
"Alas, you should already know, my wife passed away a few years ago."
"At that ti, soone advised to find a companion again, but I always felt that the kids were grown, and I’m getting older, remarrying didn’t seem appropriate."
"But, having gone to the verge of death this ti and almost not coming back, I suddenly realized—"
"Children, students, friends, relatives, none of them can be relied upon; the one who can stay by your side in the end is still the partner!"
"I’m being blunt, maybe even presumptuous, but we’re not young anymore. Talking about love or romance at this age is unrealistic! Let’s focus on more practical and real issues!"
Qiao Zhenbang’s words were straightforward, but his attitude was very sincere.
It was clear that he ant what he said.
He didn’t rush to hear "He Xiutian’s" response, but continued on his own—
"I’m fifty-four years old, a finance professor at A University."
"I’m not exactly a billionaire, but I’ve saved up a bit of wealth."
"Besides the current faculty dorm I live in, I have an apartnt, a villa, and so savings!"
"Though, we’re both parents, and you can surely understand that this wealth, after I pass on, will go to my two children."
"Of course, aside from these assets, I still have my salary and other inco."
"I’ve roughly calculated that, with the salary and bonuses, it amounts to 20-30 thousand yuan a month."
"After retirent, there will still be pension and consultancy fees from so companies, not less than 30 thousand yuan monthly."
These funds are Qiao Zhenbang’s personal inco, considered marital property after marriage.
"Having suffered a cerebral infarction this ti, there’s always a chance of relapse or other illnesses in the future, but no need to worry about dical expenses."
"I have social insurance, and I’ve purchased critical illness, major disease, etc., comrcial insurance. Even if I get cancer or need a major surgery like a heart or kidney transplant, the dical costs will be reimbursed!"
So, he won’t cause financial difficulty for a partner due to elderly sickness or severe illness.
Qiao Zhenbang wasn’t like a man discussing marriage with a woman; it was as if he was sitting at a negotiation table, listing conditions beneficial to himself one by one.
He Tiantian:...
Such a straightforward man, so bluntly "weighing-in" while discussing marriage, for "He Xiutian," a rural middle-aged woman, apart from shock and helplessness, there isn’t much else to respond with.
He Tiantian asured this perfectly.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say sothing, but again didn’t know what to say.
There seed to be intentional movent beneath her eyes—Professor Qiao wasn’t looking for a wife, but a caretaker.
Yet, he is straightforward, without talking about feelings, thus avoiding moral coercion.
He’s made his stance clear, that his wealth will go to his children, rather than deceiving won to treat him like an ancestor.
Moreover, he’s not asking won to be unpaid caretakers; his monthly inco is marital property, available for won to spend.
Even half of it, there’s still one or two thousand monthly.
That’s far higher than the typical resident nanny’s salary.
As a middle-aged single mom wanting to make money for her daughter’s education, He Tiantian surely felt moved.
But she hesitated again—
She herself doesn’t want to remarry; if she did, she would have done so shortly after her husband’s death.
Instead of struggling alone with her daughter to survive.
Now her daughter is in college, soon to marry and have kids, her task is almost complete.
Then, alone and free, doing whatever she wants, what need is there to serve a "lord"?
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