On the highway from Suzhou to Kunshan, Yang Yu was driving while listening to his wife's nagging.
"What can I say to you? You've missed such a good opportunity. It serves you right if you never get rich in this lifetime."
"Just because you're his cousin, as long as you speak up, he'll definitely lend you a hand!"
"Our factory's business isn't doing well right now. Tongtong is about to start primary school, and relying solely on us, who knows when we'll be able to buy a house. You don't want to keep renting forever, do you?"
"I don't know what's going through your pig brain. How did I end up with such a useless wimp like you!"
Yang Yu, who had been silent all along, involuntarily tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
Indeed, as his wife said, if he really spoke up, the days ahead might be much better. But he couldn't bring himself to say it, perhaps his male pride was getting in the way.
