"Of course," Lin Baohai said with a face full of pride, "I'm the most promising. If not me, who else would they dote on?"
"They dote on you the most, yet you still plot against them. If you encounter better opportunities in the future, would you abandon me?" Yang Aihua asked the question that she most wanted to ask.
"What nonsense are you thinking of?" Lin Baohai glared at her, "Our son is already taking a wife, and you're saying these things. Don't you think there is something wrong with your head?"
"I..." Yang Aihua stared blankly at the gold she held in her hands, her eyes filled with confusion, "I just hope you remember what you have said. I'll keep these things, and if one day you really do something to wrong me, don't think about getting any of them back!"
"Crazy woman!" Lin Baohai snorted coldly, shed his clothes and crawled into bed, no longer paying attention to his wife who was quietly shedding tears.
