"Bao Ziqi straightforwardly said, 'Su Ruanruan and I are impossible.'"
He gave a cold smirk: "Mom, have you forgotten what you've done?"
Mrs. Bao was quite unhappy.
She suppressed her anger: "Even if it's not Su Ruanruan, I absolutely cannot let you marry a girl who is much worse off than her. I can't let others laugh at us!"
Bao Ziqi sat up.
With eyes too dark, he gazed at his mother.
After a long while, he sneered, "What's more important, your reputation or my happiness?"
Mrs. Bao was stunned.
Ziqi had never been so intense about his own marriage!
Bao Ziqi stood up and said, "I will try to get along with Xia Minglan. If I don't fall in love with her, I'll make it clear to her and then return to Britain."
Having said that, he grabbed his tie and walked upstairs.
Mrs. Bao wanted to say something but swallowed her words back.
She slumped down, trembling as she took out a cigarette from her exquisite purse, lighting it.
She took a deep inhale, totally defeated.
