CHAPTER 175: CHAPTER 175: PRE-MARITAL HEALTH REPORT 3_1

Huang’s mother didn’t agree. "Finding a husband like you is a blessing for a girl. Can’t she even tolerate this much?"

"Mom, besides you, no one thinks your son is the best in the world. Take yourself as an example. Would you want Dad to be away all year round? You’d be sick and tired without someone to take care of you. Could you live like that? Even if you were given a lot of money, would you feel happy? See, Mom, my situation isn’t as good as you think; I have many shortcomings too."

Huang’s mother started to say something more, but when she saw the stern look on her husband’s face, she fell silent. She was truly anxious. Her son’s continued delays were not a solution. This time, as long as the girl was merely passable, she would accept it.

After dinner, the family sat around eating fruit. Huang Xiaojue remembered something, took a box from the pile he had brought back, and pulled an item out. "Mom, do you like this bag?"

Huang’s mother’s eyes lit up. "Prada? I love it! I’ve always wanted a bag like this, but I could never bring myself to spend the money... Wonderful! My son is the best. But this is too expensive..."

Xiaojue hugged his mother’s shoulder, grinning, "Shouldn’t a son spend money on his mother? Isn’t it perfectly natural?"

Huang’s mother smiled so widely her mouth almost couldn’t close. "My son truly is the most filial son in the world."

Sensing the timing was right, Xiaojue then took out another small box. "Mom, Dad, there’s something I want to discuss with you."

"Go ahead, son."

"I really like this girl. This is a small gift I’ve prepared. When she comes to our home, you can give it to her. Say it’s a small token from you and Dad, to show you’re very pleased with her. How about it?"

Even Huang’s father smiled. Clearly, his son was thoroughly pleased with the girl. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have planned things in such meticulous detail. Without waiting for his wife to speak, he decisively said, "Son, don’t worry. Since she’s a girl you like, we won’t just give this gift to show our approval. We’ll also prepare a large red envelope. Our future daughter-in-law is part of the family, and it’s very important for everyone to make a good first impression on each other."

Although surprised, Huang’s mother went along with her husband. "Xiaojue, feel free to bring her home. We won’t hold you back this time and will ensure she receives a warm welcome."

"Thank you, Dad. Thank you, Mom."

Only then did a bit of the heavy weight in Huang Xiaojue’s heart begin to lift. Xixi, it’s not your fault for being hesitant and cautious. Perhaps I’m the one who hasn’t given you enough sense of security and confidence.

But confidence can be rebuilt, can’t it?

After getting off the company shuttle bus, Yan Xixi didn’t rush home.

At a crossroads, someone was distributing stacks of advertising leaflets for small clinics, the kind run by people from out of town. Yan Xixi, on an impulse, took one. She flipped it open, and the first line read: "She proved her love for her boyfriend with three abortions."

She immediately cursed aloud, "Fucking hell!" Can’t these small clinics performing ’painless abortions’ have any conscience? They’re misleading those naive young girls, making them think painless abortions are like some kind of weight-loss exercise. So many parents are clamoring to have second or third children, but why don’t they think more about how to be responsible for the children they’ve already had? Those who only know how to breed but not how to raise them—it’s useless no matter how many children they have!

She tossed the leaflet into a garbage can, then went to a nearby print shop to pick up three large boxes of business cards. Afterward, she retrieved her second-hand electric scooter, which she kept parked there, and rode off.