A middle-aged woman, dressed in lavish elegance, looked at Song Yuhan with great satisfaction, as she wore a beautifully crafted long dress. "Daughter, you look so beautiful in this dress, just like a princess," she said. "I had this dress custom-made for you in France as a birthday gift. Do you like it?"
"I really like it, thank you, Mom."
Song Yuhan said with a slight headache. In fact, she didn't like the dress at all, finding it too showy, but if she said she didn't like it, her mom would surely nag non-stop. So, she simply proclaimed her fondness to placate her.
"Daughter, women are meant to get married eventually. What's the use of running a big company? It's better to come back with Mom. Nanyang is such a small and shabby place, what's so good about staying here?"
"Mom, there you go nagging again. Who says a girl has to stay at home and be a wife and mother? A woman can have her own career too. I'm not going back," Song Yuhan said, her headache intensifying.
