Chapter 1700: Miss Nice Girl (63)

Li Meixue's expression became rather complicated after hearing Tang Guo's words.

Yet she couldn't find anything wrong with them. Every sentence her daughter said was for the sake of her precious son, Tang Xiaokun.

She couldn't very well tell Tang Guo not to bring up Tang Xiaokun, could she?

If she did, perhaps Tang Guo would really stop caring about him and think she had no obligation to help.

As a result, Li Meixue felt terribly stifled, not knowing what to say.

“Actually, Xiaoguo, as long as the conditions are reasonable, that's enough. Mom knows you're thinking of Xiaokun, but your demands are too harsh. You'll scare people away.”

Tang Guo disagreed. “Mom, how can ‘reasonable’ be enough? I'm only in my early twenties. Even the matchmaker said that with my looks, I should at least marry the son of a wealthy businessman. If the man himself is the boss, being older doesn't matter.”

“Mom, you're right. Men nowadays calculate everything too carefully. They want a beautiful, young wife but aren't willing to spend some money. How can there be such a good deal?”

“Mom, keep arranging blind dates for me. Whoever they are, let's meet them first. And don't bother with men who can't afford anything. Not only would I suffer after marrying them, they wouldn't even be able to help Xiaokun. I plan to secure more benefits for him before I get married. At the very least, when he goes to university in the provincial capital, he'll have a place to stay.”

“Mom, houses in the provincial capital are expensive. They're tens of thousands of yuan per square meter. If my future husband doesn't have some ability, how can I marry him?”

Li Meixue sighed helplessly. “But…”

“Mom, are you worried that with such harsh requirements, I won't be able to get married?” Tang Guo looked at her. “But don't tell me not to care about Xiaokun. He's my biological brother. How could I not care about him?”

Li Meixue was speechless.

How could she possibly say such a thing?

“Mom, invite the matchmaker to dinner a few more times. Maybe she'll introduce me to a good candidate.”

In truth, Li Meixue was already beginning to be persuaded by Tang Guo's words.

That was right.

After working hard all their lives, she and Tang Chenghai still couldn't afford a house in the provincial capital.

Although their combined income wasn't low and raising Tang Guo had never cost much, things had always been easy with her.

When Tang Guo attended university, they only paid three thousand yuan a year for tuition and a semester's worth of living expenses. Altogether, it had been no more than ten thousand yuan.

Raising Tang Guo had truly required little effort and little money.

Tang Xiaokun was different.

He was their precious son.

Li Meixue had given birth to him in her thirties, and he had been fed imported formula from infancy. She always chose the most expensive brands.

His clothes and shoes were all the best money could buy.

As he grew older, every toy he wanted, no matter how unusual, they bought for him.

Even a single toy often cost several hundred yuan.

Every outfit he wore from head to toe cost thousands.

As for phones, he changed them practically every semester.

Meanwhile, Tang Guo would use the same phone for at least three years.

Not only did he have a phone, he also had a computer, gaming consoles, and all sorts of things he fancied.

Besides that, his pocket money usually disappeared within two or three days, after which he'd come back to ask for more.

Neither of them thought there was anything wrong with this.

Tang Xiaokun was their son, and he was clever. One day, he would surely achieve great things. When they grew old, they'd be relying on him.

Naturally, they treated him doubly well.

What they had completely forgotten was that even one little toy for their beloved son cost six or seven hundred yuan.