Wang Shuyun cast her gaze toward Gu Lingling.
This girl is really wonderful, and the elders like her. If she speaks up on her behalf, the old man will surely agree to let her stay.
Wang Shuyun thought that Tian Wenbai’s suggestion a while ago wasn’t bad. It seemed like the Tian Group was planning to develop some real estate projects, including exciting townhouse villas, and suggested that a few of them who were on good terms buy together.
At the time, Wang Shuyun thought there was no need, but in hindsight, it seemed very necessary.
Like now, she could completely avoid hiding at her mother’s home and just live in her own house.
But the problem is the money; she doesn’t have that much money. When Old Mrs. Xu wanted Wang Shuyun to give her the living expenses, Zheng Xiangjun had already deprived Wang Shuyun of the right to manage her salary, giving her only a portion each month as pocket money.
Wang Shuyun regretted her past habit of spending money lavishly.
Although she still had some savings, that was meant to be Gu Lingling’s dowry.
Wang Shuyun quietly glanced at her mother calmly eating, wondering how she could get that money from her mother’s hands.
Just as the thought occurred to her, she saw Zheng Xiangjun give her a faint glance.
Alright, forget it.
It’s better to leave it with her mother.
After dinner, Wang Shuyun began to clean up the table briskly, "I’ll wash the dishes."
Normally, she’s the least patient with doing these chores.
"I’ll help you," Yang Aiguo said with a smile.
"No need, no need." Wang Shuyun wished he would leave right away.
However, Yang Aiguo acted as if he didn’t hear her, taking the plates into the kitchen, "I’ll do the washing."
Her hands were so well maintained, how could they be used for washing dishes?
Yang Aiguo hummed a tune as he went into the kitchen.
Wang Shuyun had no desire to go in.
"What? Didn’t you say you’d wash the dishes?" Zheng Xiangjun said, "Hurry up and go in; don’t think you can slack off."
Wang Shuyun, "..."
She didn’t intend to slack off, but washing dishes was an excuse to avoid Yang Aiguo. Now that Yang Aiguo was in the kitchen, she certainly didn’t want to go in.
She turned her head and met her father’s cold gaze, which made Wang Shuyun’s heart skip a beat.
Alright, better get in there quickly.
"Hahaha... watching those two is really amusing," Gu Lingling said, laughing as she lay on the bed.
Yang Yunhai lay beside her, holding her without speaking, just watching her laugh.
"What’s up?" Gu Lingling turned toward him, her hair brushing against Yang Yunhai’s cheek, which tickled his heart.
"I just want to look at you." Watching her laugh so freely made him feel like the whole world was full of sunshine.
Smoothing her hair and holding her in his arms, he casually played with her hair as they chatted aimlessly, "Lingling, what kind of wedding do you want?"
The evening sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a golden hue inside the room, making it extremely cozy.
Yang Yunhai’s sudden question snapped the drowsy Gu Lingling wide awake, "What did you... what did you say?"
What kind of wedding?
"Yeah, what kind of wedding?" Yang Yunhai gently tapped her nose, "I heard wedding dresses are popular now?"
"As long as I can be with you, I like any kind of wedding." Gu Lingling hugged his arm, buried her head in his chest, and listened to his excited heartbeat, feeling exceedingly content.
"Such a silly girl." So he decided to follow his own plan.