Zhao Mei watched TV leisurely, occasionally glancing at Tian Zhiguo, who paced restlessly beside her, sometimes staring at her.
She knew Tian Zhiguo hoped she would be the first to back down. If it had been before, she certainly would have given Tian Zhiguo a bit of face.
But now she kept reassuring herself that everything was fake, that this man was only after the money and the house in her possession.
Seeing it was getting late, Zhao Mei finished the last bit of food and prepared to go to rest.
Tian Zhiguo, watching her prepare to leave, suddenly had an idea—to sweet-talk her until she lost sense of direction and then, the following matters would become much easier to handle.
But reality was cruel; despite his utmost efforts to wait on Zhao Mei, appeasing her splendidly,
he failed to hear the words he wished for, "Xiaomei, you see, our son is about to get married and doesn't have a matrimonial home. Originally..."
