Song Zhiyuan looked at his son-in-law, who was sweating profusely, hesitated for a moment, and then personally helped him up, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
"You're quite honest. I didn't say anything, and look how scared you are. Am I really that terrifying?"
Qi Zhen gave an awkward smile, "Father-in-law, you're joking."
You really are terrifying.
"Treat Qi'er well, as young couples grow old together. She's the wife you brought home with great fanfare, carried in a bridal sedan chair. If she's living well, your career will be smooth. This is called mutual benefit. Otherwise, think about it, if your wife is constantly suspicious and making trouble, how can you focus on your work outside? As the saying goes, a wise wife brings less trouble to her husband. There's truth in this. A wife who manages the household well gives you a warm meal and a peaceful homecoming, which makes for a pleasant mood, right?"
