"Do you think just because you're handsome and rich that you can get a wife?" Song Huanyan scoffed disdainfully.
Yun Jianchen nodded.
That's what he thought.
"What makes you think I can't get a wife?" Yun Jianchen asked.
"Considering you're not even as charming as Dad," Song Huanyan said. "Look at him, how old is he? Yet he knows to send Mom red envelopes, even with amounts like 520.1314. And you? Heh…"
"So, I can't get a wife because I don't send red envelopes?" Yun Jianchen countered.
Song Huanyan nodded, "It shows your emotional intelligence, or lack thereof, from just this act of sending red envelopes. You can't even match up to a middle-aged man like Dad, what hope is there for you?"
Song Huanyan's gaze at Yun Jianchen couldn't have been more contemptuous.
Yun Jianchen: "…"
