"Actually, Xiaoqiao, I wouldn't mind if you married my dad," Zhuang Yuezhou said with a smirk that bordered on the implausible. "In our family, it's just my dad and I who are single, so if you won't consider marrying my dad, then consider marrying me."
"I already have a husband," Weilan said in a serious tone.
"You can get divorced," he spread his hands wide, gazing intently at Weilan, and continued with great enthusiasm, "Just call it quits. That bastard doesn't even give you a card to swipe, what are you doing with him?"
"Among the myriad distractions, I only seek one gourd of water," Weilan remained unmoved, her attitude even more composed, "Mr. Zhuang, perhaps you should consider a new candidate for the successor."
"Not interested in repaying the favor anymore?" Zhuang Yuezhou asked with a smile.
Weilan shook her head, very sincerely, "It's not that, it's just that this prerequisite is too harsh. I'm sorry, I can't agree to it."
