The area in front of the ceremonial gate of the Zhang Mansion was quiet.
Zhang Zhuo, Mrs. Zhang, Xu Shu, and Zhang Zheng all looked at Chen Ji with curious eyes, as if they were examining a rare object.
Mrs. Zhang was silent for a moment, staring at Chen Ji, and asked for confirmation, "What did you say?"
Chen Ji smiled and replied, "I said I have no plans to move out. Living at the Zhang Family is quite good. I want to stay here."
Zhang Xia stared blankly at Chen Ji. Chen Ji was not reluctantly agreeing, nor was he making concessions or bearing humiliation. It was "I want."
Mrs. Zhang remained calm-faced, "Have you thought it through? Living with the Zhang Family, people outside won't call you the son-in-law of the Zhang Family; they'll only say you're the live-in son-in-law. Wherever you go, people will point fingers at you, and everything you do will be said to depend on the Zhang Family. Can you bear it?"
