"That's the Cloudscape Group we're talking about. If my little baozi marries into their family, she'd never have to worry about food or clothing."
"..."
Tang Shu was momentarily at a loss for words, unsure which part of the statement deserved a snarky response first.
Wen Nuan, always one to stir up trouble, chuckled and said, "No need. I'm worried Brother Jieming might break her son's legs by then."
"Impossible. You know, daughters have to get married eventually. Just look around the whole Imperial City—who compares to President Jing and Xiao Shu's son?"
"Huh? That does make some sense..."
Tang Shu's face darkened. What kind of logic was this? The idea hadn't even started to take shape, and yet they were already discussing issues decades down the line?
Why not aim for the sky while you're at it?
"Look, your little baozi doesn't lack money. Is that really something to be worried about?"
