Shang Shunsheng let out a grunt.
"But, about how I lied to her before, she probably hates me for it. She used to call me all the time, but lately, she hasn't reached out at all."
"I doubt she's willing to give me money."
"Who says so? Women from the countryside are the most naive. All they ever think about is continuing the family line."
"Just tell her we need half a million yuan as a betrothal gift and we'll get married. She'll definitely hand it over without hesitation."
"Then later, we'll ask her how much money she has altogether—gold jewelry, ceremony costs, anything we can squeeze out. We can't leave her with a dime."
"After that, we'll live the good life. I don't want to share a place with others anymore; I want to rent one of those new apartment complexes with elevators."
"And besides, you're her son—blood is thicker than water. If you sincerely apologize to her, how could she not forgive you?"
