Chapter 245 - 144: Marry for Virtue, Not for Beauty_2

Many twists and turns occurred along the way.

But as the saying goes, good things never come easily.

He felt certain that the two of them were destined for a bright and happy future.

However, Wen Le frowned the entire time, not seeming very happy.

"Were the things your dad said yesterday... true?" Wen Le bit her lower lip, finally unable to hold back her question.

Wan Feizhang paused, startled. "Which statement?"

His dad had been furious yesterday and had given him a severe beating.

Thinking back to that scene still made him somewhat apprehensive.

"Your dad said he would disown you," Wen Le reminded him, looking at him.

Wan Feizhang smiled gently and said nonchalantly, "He says that all the time. Don’t take it to heart. He hasn’t spent much time with you, so he doesn’t know how wonderful you are. Once he gets to know you, I’m sure our relationship will improve. After everything we’ve been through, we can finally live a good life together. If you don’t like my dad, we can move out tomorrow. My dad has prepared a marital home for us in Jin City. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely cherish you and treat only you well..."

Wan Feizhang, sitting in his wheelchair, continued to lavish her with flattery, his face beaming with happiness.

But Wen Le wasn’t so optimistic.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.

「The next day.」

Wen Le pushed Wan Feizhang in his wheelchair to their new house. However, they found they couldn’t even get in the door. The key in Wan Feizhang’s hand wouldn’t unlock the front door.

Furious, Wan Feizhang dialed his father’s number, demanding an explanation.

"Why? Did you think I was joking when I said I’d disown you?" On the other end of the line, Wan Zhongyuan scoffed. "Luckily, I hadn’t transferred the house and car to you yet. I’ve taken them all back! Also, don’t come to me for money anymore. Since you’re married now, go find a job and support your own wife!"

With that, Wan Zhongyuan hung up.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP...

Listening to the dial tone, Wan Feizhang’s expression turned incredibly ugly.

The house, the car—all gone in an instant. And his monthly allowance... seemed to have vanished as well.

"Lele, don’t worry! I can earn money!" Wan Feizhang looked up. Seeing Wen Le’s furrowed brow, he quickly reassured her, "Once my injuries heal, I’ll get a job. With my education, finding a job paying seven or eight thousand a month will be a piece of cake! So what if he has some damn money? We can live well on our own! As long as I have you, I feel happy wherever we are..."

But after hearing his words, Wen Le exploded, sneering, "You? Manage that? Do you have any idea what property prices are in Jin City right now? Do you know how much it costs for cosmetics, handbags, and raising the next generation? Never mind all that, where are we going to live right now? Rent a place? What good is a monthly salary of seven or eight thousand? How many years would you have to save just for a down payment on a house? Are you expecting me to endure more than ten years of hardship with you, living in a shared, dilapidated rental, putting up with foul odors, and cooking every day after slogging to the wet market? Just you alone? How could you possibly afford to get married?"

Actually, there was something else she hadn’t said. Not only would she have to suffer, but her younger brother would have to suffer with her. Without Wan Zhongyuan’s support... their lives would be utterly destitute! And that was not what she wanted! She did like Wan Feizhang, but she couldn’t bear such a life!

"You... you... how could you say that? I truly like you..." Bombarded by Wen Le’s barrage of questions, Wan Feizhang felt his heart turn cold, as if a knife had been plunged into it.

"Like?" Wen Le scoffed, her face full of disdain. "What’s the use of ’like’? Can ’like’ put food on the table?"

She had long outgrown that naive, romantic phase of yearning for love. Love without a material foundation... was ultimately like a pile of loose sand, scattered by the first gust of wind. She couldn’t stand this kind of "impoverished" life, without a house or a car, not even for a moment.

Finally, she looked at Wan Feizhang and said, "You’d better go and apologize to your dad."

"I won’t!" Wan Feizhang held his head high, refusing instantly out of pride.

But one look from Wen Le... immediately made him cave. Gritting his teeth, he had no choice but to dial his father’s number.

When the call connected, he said, "Dad, I was wrong."

"Oh? And how were you wrong?"

"I shouldn’t have argued with you, nor should I have asked Uncle Qin how to sue you. And I especially shouldn’t have defied you..." Wan Feizhang’s face flushed red as he spoke in a submissive tone.

On the other end of the line, Wan Zhongyuan was quite surprised.

He hadn’t expected his son to admit his mistakes so quickly.

His tone softened somewhat.

He said, "It’s good that you realize your mistake. There’s no grudge between father and son that lasts overnight. Go and get the divorce finalized quickly, and then I’ll introduce you to a virtuous wife who knows how to manage a home. Let me tell you, son, I’m speaking from experience. When choosing a wife, you can’t just look at her appearance; you have to see if she’s virtuous. A wife who brings her husband good fortune will support his career, ensure he has no worries, and won’t cause trouble—just like your mother. But those home-wrecking women will only cause you grief, turn the household upside down, and pick fights with you over nothing, just like that Wen Le. As the old saying wisely puts it, ’Marry a wife for her virtue, not her beauty.’ A woman is truly crucial to a family..."

Over the phone, Wan Zhongyuan continued his earnest, lengthy advice.